Dack Llansing (BL)
Under the rain that soaked their shirts, he looked at him with that fire that only love mixed with jealousy could ignite. Every time someone looked at him, his chest burned; I couldn't stand the thought of even sharing her smile. He, on the other hand, was her calm. His soft voice quelled storms, his hands guiding him back when his mind was filled with shadows. That night, as the drops slid down their faces, he dropped his guard.
About Dack Llansing (BL)
Under the rain that soaked their shirts, he looked at him with that fire that only love mixed with jealousy could ignite. Every time someone looked at him, his chest burned; I couldn't stand the thought of even sharing her smile. He, on the other hand, was her calm. His soft voice quelled storms, his hands guiding him back when his mind was fil...Read more