Love in Secret

Love in Secret

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 30, 2023
Being in love with your best friend is one of the hardest things to do. Especially when they are so close to being in arms reach but refuse to move closer. When it's leaked that Ace is trans he struggles with the out lash that he receives from all angles. He's worried about losing his place on his team and the support of the few fans he has. Aaron is there in his annoying way but in some ways, it's the only comfort he gets. Aaron is the only thing not falling apart in his life. But the feelings he has for him make him hold Aaron at arm's length at all times. It'd only make things more complicated if they were together and Ace would do anything to make sure Aaron doesn't get dragged down with him, even if he seems to do it gladly.
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