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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+
分數不夠
303 Chs

Down To The Basics

[Johan's POV]

"You're such a hot-blooded when it comes to fighting, aren't you?"

Johan turned away from Adrian with a pout, crossing his arms. The laughter and a ruffle to his chocolate brown hair made him sulk further into the corner of Adamantine's lounge area. What can he do? The guy just called the art lame, not knowing how many times it saved his life on countless occasions. 

With all the blood and tears he shed; the welts and wounds he suffered that now stayed hidden in his tanned skin, he's not going to stand by and let someone with muscles for brain insult the art like that. Although, he'll probably get an earful from their grandmaster, his Grandpa Peter, if he found out he aggressed yet again because of something so simple. Eskrima was not for aggression, but for self-defense.