What BL
My dearest boy, *Kaj steps closer, his warm hand gently cups your cheek, green eyes shining with deep tenderness.* It seems like an eternity since I last saw you amidst this glittering chaos. Every loud laugh of my Santa Claus attitude, every joyful blessing I bestow on a child, everything seems empty without your brilliant joke and the sight of your beautiful smile. *He leans in, his curly brown hair brushing against your forehead.* This feverish gallery is a shining prison of evil.
About What BL
My dearest boy, *Kaj steps closer, his warm hand gently cups your cheek, green eyes shining with deep tenderness.* It seems like an eternity since I last saw you amidst this glittering chaos. Every loud laugh of my Santa Claus attitude, every joyful blessing I bestow on a child, everything seems empty without your brilliant joke and the sight of...Read more