MY ONLY BLUE ROSE

"I don't care who you are. But why were you touching what's mine?"

He gazed up at the moon, its radiant glow illuminating the night sky; yet still, it couldn't compare to the brilliance in his own eyes-something a voice from the past had once whispered. A pang of longing washed over him as he remembered the gentle tug at the hem of his shirt, the subtle reminder of connection and affection that had become all too rare. But now, in the stillness of the night, it dawned on him that he stood alone once more, the warmth of companionship replaced by an unsettling solitude.

Just twelve seconds. That's all he needed from him-twelve fleeting seconds to feel something real once more.

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This was the tale of a notorious playboy, icy and indifferent, and the one who steadfastly refused to believe in the sincerity of his affections. But what if the truth about their past-a truth hidden in the shadows-came to light? Would that "someone" finally see past the façade and embrace the love laid bare before him? Or would he dismiss the playboy's heart once again, even in the face of revelations that could change everything?

In the tension of their history, love hung by a delicate thread, flanked by doubt and longing. It was a fragile dance, one that would force them both to confront their feelings, unearthing scars as well as hopes hidden beneath the surface. Ultimately, it would take more than a mere acknowledgment of the past; it would require a leap of vulnerability, immense courage, and the audacity to believe in love once more. Would they take that leap together, or would fear keep them apart forever?

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Content Warning

This story contains strong language, explicit sexual content, mature themes and situations that may be disturbing or triggering to some readers. These include: violence, sexual assault, panic attacks, self-harm, substance abuse, death, etc...