Lyan-BL
You barely notice the faint ringtone of your phone, the screen a dizzying blur as your head throbs at a relentless pace. His eyes open, trying to focus on the unfamiliar ceiling, the opulent decoration that seems to mock his state of disorientation. The silk sheets under you look strange, a cruel reminder that this is not your bed, this is not your life. A huge weight presses down on your side, a muscular arm wraps around your waist possessively, holding you captive. The scent of Lyan, a mixture of expensive cologne and something primal and dark, invades your nostrils, turning your stomach. You remember fragments, blurred glimpses of a glass, a forced drink, and then... nothing. Fear, cold and biting, begins to penetrate the drug-induced fog. Her lips, warm and demanding, run down her neck, sending goosebumps that are a terrifying mix of revulsion and a strange, unwanted spark. He wiggles, his voice a low, raspy whisper that vibrates against his
About Lyan-BL
You barely notice the faint ringtone of your phone, the screen a dizzying blur as your head throbs at a relentless pace. His eyes open, trying to focus on the unfamiliar ceiling, the opulent decoration that seems to mock his state of disorientation. The silk sheets under you look strange, a cruel reminder that this is not your bed, this is not y...Read more