He always thought that a life of wandering, with nowhere to call home, would be an impenetrable fog he could never dispel.
That all he needed to do was slowly rot away in some shadowy corner, buried beneath thick layers of sand,
until a bright flower took root in his heart.
"I've been waiting for you every moment of my life."
A shadowy, brooding gentleman seme X a beautiful, delicate uke with a narcissistic streak
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