Into The Shadows

Into The Shadows

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MM Romance aka 2 Boys Together | They say the world is full of monsters. My mother swears it's true. Every lock on the door, every barred window, every whispered warning has built my life into a fortress of fear. "They're watching," she says. "They'll come for you." But what if the real prison isn't the outside world? What if it's here, behind these walls, where my only company is paranoia and silence? Then he appeared. I shouldn't have stayed in that alley. Shouldn't have watched him laugh with his friend like the world wasn't out to get him. But something about the way he looked at me-sharp, wild, alive-made me forget about fear. Damian. He's chaos wrapped in a grin, with tattoos like a map of trouble and eyes that seem to see straight through me. He calls me "Little Fawn," like I'm something fragile. And maybe I am. But with him, for the first time, I feel like maybe I could be something more. He's offering me a glimpse of freedom, a world without chains. But freedom comes with a price, and the shadows that haunt his life might be darker than the ones I'm running from. They say the world is full of monsters. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm one of them. Trigger warning: This story will delve into heavy topics for the most part I will keep most of it off page but no promises.
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The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face. And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him. His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak. "I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier" "It's fine" I managed to croak "I was scared and confused but not anymore" I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank. "Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes. I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious. What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me. But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask. Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for. The only person my body lusted for. I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own. ****************************************************** VOTE

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