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BL: The Psyche of a Gangster in Love follows twenty-two-year-old Nolan Atwood, an anonymous ASMR artist ("ASMRtist") with an online presence of over seven million followers, as he partakes in a therapeutic and sinful hobby that places him directly in the path of Rei Mathers, a crazy, caveman gangster with sociopathic tendencies. At first glance, their relationship appears nothing more than strangers. However, as their encounters increase over time, what lurks beneath the surface is a tragic, unsettling childhood that serves as a catalyst for a love that transcends over many, many lifetimes. ~ "I will burn down one café every hour you choose not to give me your number." "Slow your roll there, you crazy bastard. Why do you always resort to violen- Hey! Put that away!" Nolan snatched the gift card-sized block of C4 that Rei pulled out from nowhere and shoved it into his own pocket with a scowl. "Nolan, I'm serious." "I know that, you psycho," he said, exasperated. He was suddenly staring at Rei’s outstretched palm. Nolan stared at it as if it would grow another alien life form at any second. With a huge sigh, he dropped his phone into the man’s hand, arching an eyebrow at the gigantic grin he received in return. "Can't you just tell your scary men in suits to do illegal online things to acquire my information?" he asked. "I wanted you to give it to me voluntarily," Rei hummed as he typed in his own number and hit the 'call' button. His eyes lit up as brightly as his own phone screen when an unknown number popped up. "And threatening me like that is considered voluntary in your book, huh?" Nolan knew better than to expect an answer. "When did you lose all of your marbles anyway?" Rei’s typing fingers paused, and any humor he experienced in that moment drained from his soul, leaving behind a thick sheet of homicidal rage. It happened so suddenly that it took Nolan less than a blink of an eye to notice how the man in the suit had seemingly turned into someone else. "When you left me."
"I once believed you were an angel gifted to me by a forgiving god," he said. "But now I realize it was a cruel and punishing god, intent on tearing me apart."
The deep, low current of the man's voice pierced Nolan's chest, inviting the thumpity-thump of his heartbeat to increase tenfold. His breath hitched and he staggered backward, his anxiety reaching newfound levels as his intention to create distance was shattered when the looming figure stalked forward. The man eyed him like he had committed an unforgivable act, an act worthy of annihilation.
Nolan's hands flew up to act as a buffer. "Wait! Calm down, Mr. Mathers. If we could just sit down and talk about this, I can-"
"REI. My name is Rei," he hissed with a glare. "I'm done being nice. I'm done being ignored. I should be the center of your universe."
It didn't matter what Nolan said. His words only seemed to infuriate the man more. Tears pricked along the corners of his eyes, building from weeks of having the irascible man stalking him and making outrageous demands. "I'm sorry I don't remember you. I really am. If you would just give me some time, then maybe-"
"There is no maybe. You will remember me. You are not allowed to go anywhere until you do. This is your home now. I am your home," Rei growled.
"You're being crazy!" Nolan screamed. Hot tears flowed down his cheeks like a mini water fountain. "I've already told you you've got the wrong person! How can you be this unreasonable? Who treats people this way?"
Nolan's head hit the back wall before the rest of his body did. Not even a second after, a loud thud echoed against his eardrums, and a set of arms, corded with thick muscles and veins, caged him in. He could feel himself shrinking underneath the intimidating form.
"So not only did you forget me, but you dare insult me, too? No matter how many years have passed, I will always be able to pick you out of a crowd in a blink of an eye, Nolan. Yet, memories and promises must be fleeting for you if you've forgotten about me. How pathetic and a pushover you must think I am." Rei smoothed Nolan's hair back, pressed his forehead against his, and sighed. "No matter. We have the rest of our lives to make up for lost time."
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