The Gray Empty Alley

Expected to become a paid read around Wednesday, March 9. Thank you, little angels, for your support~~ He always seemed like an inconspicuous gray alley in the still image of a silent film, full of long, quiet, cold tones and the desolation of broken walls and ruins. Down-and-out intersex top × steady, reserved older man bottom One-line summary: He's usually a bottom, but I'm determined to make him the top [doge] Warnings: #Not both first-timers, twelve-year age gap, younger top #Not a sweet romance, with melodrama #The top is described as a little malnourished at first, and is rather cold-hearted by nature. His backstory is a big, bold tragedy. The bottom is a playboy at first, and was always a top before meeting him. Neither character is perfect. #The blurb has been revised, but the characters remain the same. Please don't force yourself to read if you can't accept that. Coming soon next door ①: "What Should I Do When My Partner Keeps Falling into Tragic Romance Novel Tropes?" A beautiful top with no brains takes one step forward and one step back on the road to finding her husband, who died young. Coming soon next door ②: "Guppy" People on the interstellar internet say that General Bovier and his male spouse, Xie Yan, have a loveless marriage in name only. He couldn't even make it to his male spouse's funeral on time, arriving late. Only after the funeral ended and everyone had left did he stand silently before the gravestone for a long while. The adjutant looked at the general's stern profile and his lips, always pressed into a straight line, unable to guess what he was thinking. Everyone said General Bovier had finally been freed from the marriage that had bound him for so many years. Only the adjutant noticed the small transparent bag in his hand, with a guppy inside. The tiny guppy swam through the water, trailing a gorgeous, elaborate tail, moving slowly like an old man nearing the end of his life. It was extremely old, having lived a full eight years. Even as a mutant, it had already lived longer than its species normally could. One could only imagine how carefully it had been looked after. It was a gift Bovier had given Xie Yan eight years ago. It had lived to this day, but Xie Yan had not. The adjutant felt a pang of sympathy and couldn't help wondering whether the general felt reluctant to part with it. But the answer was obvious. Bovier was a born war machine, like iron, like ice, the most perfectly evolved body at the forefront of the era… With a heart forged from steel, the final thing he did to mark the end of his thirty-seven-year marriage was gently place the guppy on the gravestone. But the guppy was simply too old. It gradually stopped swimming, a white film clouded its eyes, and its belly slowly turned pale, as Bovier watched. It died too. A reborn insectoid novel, weak top and strong bottom Theme: Notice the beauty around you, and cherish the people you have now.