One is made of chamomile tea, white marble pillars, and muddy shoes. He's sass, he's soft, he's stubborn, and he's cuddles. The other is strawberries and expensive cologne. He's tailored skirts and thunderstorms, but somehow, he's the rainbow after it as well. A/N - This is a purely fictional story, despite the f...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...