[Top x bottom + older love interest + interconnected stories in the same genre + a little dark content + doctor and patient]
(The author wanted to have it both ways, so there are two versions.)
Version 1.0
A long-fingered hand gently strokes the other person’s sharply defined jaw, its touch tender, as if caressing a precious piece of porcelain.
“Why are you leaving?”
The man’s fingertips carefully brush across those thin lips. His voice is low and obsessive. “Stay and keep me company.”
“Will you?”
The person before him cannot answer.
“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Version 1.0: Concentrated coffee with three pumps of syrup
Controlling top x sensitive, gloomy bottom
Version 2.0
He lets his body sway and tilt until he finally falls into the arms that have been waiting open for him.
“I’m sorry… I was just so afraid you’d leave…” His voice is both frightened and excited, tangled with tears and twisted love.
Version 2.0: I’m basic, and I love this stuff
Gentle, level-headed top x reserved, unhinged bottom
(The characterizations have changed. To distinguish the versions and avoid confusing readers, the top and bottom have different names and appearances.)
The story is for entertainment only.
If anything is similar, I’d be honored.
P.S. I’m a picky eater turned chef. Passersby, come have a bite! ദ്ദി˶>ω<)✧
