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Renji Isamu. Male, 29 years old. Bisexual. Number 1 celebrity gay novelist in Japan. Handsome, thick wallet, professional, but live in sorrow. Renji is used to doing one night stands. With mens. With girls. With friends. With whores. For him everything is same. In the past, Renji wasn't like that. Deep disappointment has changed him. His father hates him being able to love men too, Renji is separated from Veer and his family from Netherland. He fled ... And then lived alone in Japan. In Japan Renji falls in love with Jean. A girl. But, he fell broken again. When he was about to get serious with Haru, a guy, reality had slapped him hard. Two failed marriages. Renji doesn't want to live a life of romance and fuck everyone. However, one day Renji met Ginnan Takahashi. A gigolo. Male prostitutes in a 24 hour bar. They met accidentally. They stare at each other without a plan. And they fell in love with so many stories. . . . . A POETRY FROM GINNAN TO RENJI: ["I could be anything in the world, but i wanted to be his"] ["I don't believe in magic, but they said 'You will, when you see him"] ["He is a mess, but he is a masterpiece"] ["And how dare the world to take him"] ~ Amsterdam, Midnight. . . . Follow My IG: @er_himmel

Om_Rengginnang · LGBT+
Classificações insuficientes
213 Chs

162 RYOUTA'S CONFIRMATION

"…Yes," Renji replied. Although he never expected that his father would have any concern for this kind of thing as well.

"Don't just take him there on vacation," Ryouta said. "Because — maybe I just saw it wrong — but he looks really happy after I let you in here."

"..."

"I mean, like it's not only because of my blessing, but also seems to be thinking about a lot of things while looking at me and your mother," Ryouta said again.

"I understand."

Polite or not, what is certain is that animals have no sense. Just as Ryouta wanted to say something important, suddenly Cleo, Gee, and Len ran into the room and interrupted their conversation.

"Whoop! Whoops!"

"Whoop! Whoops!"

"Whoop! Whoops!"

The three of them barked hungry even though in small voices like being squeezed by a door.