[Suddenly craving an older-man puppy uke. Pure romance, no favoritism, mutually doting 1v1, both chaste]
Will start once I have 100,000 words, or when the whole thing is done. Short novel, around 200,000 to 300,000 words.
Third-person narration.
18 x 30
I have a puppy I've kept for six years.
His name is Song Congxue. I met him when I was eighteen. After my birthday party, I found Song Congxue, who had hit rock bottom, on the side of the road and took him home.
Back then, he was curled up miserably in the shadows on a street corner, clear slap marks on his face and piles of documents scattered on the ground. His handsome, mature face was streaked with fragile tears. When he saw me, all he did was lower his eyes in silence, shrinking back as if he wanted to merge with the darkness.
I had never seen a man like him, so I rolled down the window and asked, out of sheer mischief, if he wanted to be my dog.
He agreed.
And so I got myself a thirty-year-old puppy.
But he clearly had no idea how to be a dog, so I taught him how to wag his tail for me, how to please me, and how to ask for affection. He learned very well. I was quite satisfied, and we carried on like that.
Only, over the six years, something hard to describe gradually appeared in his eyes whenever he looked at me.
He thought he was getting old. He wagged his tail more slowly when he saw me, and started watching my expression nervously. He believed this six-year-long financial arrangement would soon end because he was growing old and losing his looks.
But it won't.
He will always be my puppy.
Carefree and aloof beauty nobleman seme, unable to tell love from lust x obedient and compliant, deeply wounded, mature and steady older-man uke
[Reader's Guide]
1. Both chaste, mutually doting pure romance, 1v1. The seme has some issues with how he was raised. For a long time, he treats his lover as a dog, literally. Only later does he realize you can't confuse a lover with a dog.
2. The uke is very handsome, with the air of a fallen former ruler. Mature, elegant, and composed.
3. The couple stays together, no splitting them up or reversing their roles. No playing favorites; I'm just working hard to write about a couple. No dream shattering or role reversal, and no insulting nicknames for either character, especially the uke. Don't insult him; I'll delete those comments.
Theme: If what you give and what you get aren't equal, run.
