Eyes
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Theodore has always carried a quiet softness inside him-an ache for comfort, reassurance, and being cared for that he's never quite known how to explain. He's learned to move through the world gently, tucking those needs away, assuming they're something he should outgrow instead of honor. Vincent, on the other hand, has always known who he is. Steady and self-assured, he finds joy in protecting, guiding, and creating safe spaces for others. He's built a life around being dependable-around being someone people can lean on. What he doesn't expect is Theodore, with his shy smiles and tired eyes, and the way caring for him feels less like a choice and more like coming home. As their connection grows, Vincent helps Theodore find language for the parts of himself he's never understood, offering patience instead of pressure and warmth instead of judgment. In return, Theodore shows Vincent that even the strongest hearts need care too-and that love doesn't always roar; sometimes it hums softly in shared quiet and small acts of trust. This is a cozy, slow-burn story about gentleness, learning to ask for what you need, and finding someone who sees you exactly as you are-and chooses you anyway.
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It was supposed to be an easy job. Get the phone and run like hell. Make a few hundred bucks for food, a nice hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in for a night or two if I'm feeling greedy. I was fast on my feet, could blend with any crowd, and knew how to pick a pocket without anyone seeing. Easy right? Now I'm strapped to a chair, blood running down my face and this man just growled at me. His eyes are starting to glow blue too. What did I just get myself into? How did looking into those blue eyes change my whole life? How much worse can my luck possibly get as everything in my life turns upside down faster than I could keep up? ****** NSFW chapters are censored. Get the full uncensored version on my Patreon page! Link in my Linktree in my profile bio! You have been warned about the censoring, any hate speech in comments about it will result in blocking. Warning ⚠️ strong language, violence, graphic torture, nudity, sex between two men, blood, death,

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