Aetherfield Series 1: IEPYR (Boys' Love) (SOON!)
The steady murmur of Sundown Lodge, the clatter of plates, the steady flow of voices-has always been a backdrop for Imre Lundström. A hum he's learned to tune out. But lately, it's different. The noise seems distant, as if muffled by a layer of glass, while the space around him tightens, suffocating.
He can feel it, pressing in, stretching the confines of his mind. There is no escape, no way to return to the way things were. And yet, there is no obvious break, no moment of rupture-just the slow, inexorable creep of something darker.
The distance between who he was and who he has become is unbearable. And yet, he remains there, waiting. Waiting for something, anything, to finally give, to move, to shatter the stillness that has begun to feel less like peace and more like a slow, internal drowning.
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Disclaimer: This novel is written in English.
"Doesn't it get exhausting, always fighting your feelings?" I whisper, my voice slow and careful, afraid that if I speak too loud, I'll shatter whatever fragile connection we have in this moment.
His hazel eyes lock onto mine, searching, as if trying to find an answer he isn't ready to give. Seconds pass-maybe minutes. I can't tell. He just keeps staring, his gaze heavy, unreadable. And then, finally, he shakes his head.
"What are you doing to me, Aurora Dushku?"