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Playful Hearts On A Boundary Line [BL]

Johan came from a past full of dark secrets. After his first love/best friend cheated on him, he left their rural town and lived for a fresh start in the nearby city, portraying an innocent persona. For years, he kept everyone out of his private life, but the mystery he’s hiding captivated Adrian, a man with an unsatisfied relationship with his girlfriend. Despite their apparent attraction to one another, a line kept them from acting on their feelings. But when Johan outed himself in a drunken confession, things took a drastic turn. On the day he decided to distance himself from his handsome workmate, Adrian appeared on his doorstep and invited him for a walk. Blinded by desire, Johan gets tangled in an insatiable affair that challenged his beliefs, awakened his feelings, and roused his fears. As they ventured between the boundaries of love, lust, and friendship, Johan’s secrets resurfaced one by one, and Adrian’s in for a wild, dangerous ride. ——— Warnings: Oh, hey! So you've decided to click on it. Great! Just a little heads up, though. If you're looking for a BL Fairytale where MC is an innocent cinnamon roll and ML is a gay Prince Charming, you've clicked the wrong book. This story depicts a grey side of gay relationships not everyone would dare to tackle. It's a sinfully forbidden love story. Sex scenes are descriptive, and strong language are unfiltered that may be upsetting to others. Readers discretion is STRONGLY advised. ——— Gold Tier Winner of WPC# 125: LGBT+ Pride Month

K_Contiello · LGBT+
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Dangerous Stranger (being rewritten)

[Johan's POV]

"Put your hands above your head."

Johan stared at the gun, then at the middle-aged man inching closer to him. The fierce glare he received didn't faze him one bit, and neither was the weapon aimed at him.

"I said, put your hands above your head!"

Instead of following the command, Johan took a step forward. "And if I don't want to?"

A hand curled around the trigger. "Do you think I'm joking, kid?"

"Do I look like a joke to you?" With his left hand bloodied from punching Uriel, Johan combed his wet bangs away from his eyes and glared back. "Go ahead. Shoot me and let's see what happens next. I wonder what my grandfather, Don Juanico, would do to you."

At the mention of his grandfather's name, the man faltered, his beady eyes growing wide, lowering his gun a little. "Y-You are a Fernandez?"