Dare to Love

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This blurb is a mess:

Devoted, loyal top and wild, faithful bottom

Chen Wei has only been in two relationships in his life. Both partners were men, and both were his closest friends.

Xie Hengdong was the first, and Su Shikang was the last.

Xie Hengdong was his first love as a boy. Su Shikang was the one he came to know and love as an adult.

Chen Wei never imagined he'd fall for two of his closest friends. The three of them were so close in middle school, they were practically sworn brothers. Their teachers called them the Iron Triangle, while their classmates called them the Three Sisters.

After high school, Xie Hengdong accepted the advances of a girl from the class next door, who had pursued him for three years, and apologized to Chen Wei for his youthful impulsiveness.

Chen Wei thought, Fine, so it was just a moment of impulse. They could still be friends after the breakup. But that wasn't how it was for him. If he liked someone, he liked them. He loved boldly and could let go when he had to.

He never knew how he ended up so captivated by Su Shikang. He'd always thought that even if Su Shikang were gay, given his personality, the two of them would both want to be the top...

Only later did he realize that conquering a fierce, untamed man like Su Shikang was exactly what set his blood ablaze.

When he held Su Shikang's wildness in check and had his way with him, he looked into those reddened, glistening eyes and realized that even a man so wild could be incredibly gentle and romantic.

Chen Wei thought, Let me be impulsive just one last time. From now on, every heartbeat, every ounce of devotion, every romantic moment will be for him.

"My greatest piece of luck is that you didn't hold it against me for taking so long to get past Xie Hengdong and come to you."

Both are each other's first and only.

Content warnings:

1. The bottom changes. Chen Wei and Xie Hengdong never have any intimate contact, and they have very little time alone together in the story.

2. The top is incredibly devoted, but please don't call him one-sidedly devoted or a simp. If that bothers you, don't open the story.

Thanks for reading. Stay or go as you please.

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Next story: Too Late

Eight years ago, Jiang Sixian witnessed a car accident. His parents were responsible.

He saw a college student lying in a pool of blood. Blood obscured the man's face, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

Still young, Jiang Sixian thought his parents should take responsibility. But they left while the young man's life hung in the balance. Looking at the man between life and death, Jiang Sixian saw pain, hatred, and despair in his terrible, disfiguring scars...

From that moment on, the real event became a nightmare that haunted him night after night for eight years.

He often woke from it in a cold sweat.

At nineteen, he met Lu Xueqian, a man with a cold expression and not a trace of warmth.

He was an architectural designer, yet he always wore a glove on his right hand, never taking it off, not even when drawing plans.

Jiang Sixian couldn't stand him, thinking him world-weary, cold, and heartless...

When their mutual acquaintance introduced them, telling Jiang Sixian to call him Brother Lu, Jiang Sixian put on a fake smile and said, with impeccable manners, "Uncle Lu."

Lu Xueqian gave him an indifferent look and took no offense at the slight.

Lu Xueqian seemed aloof and stood apart from everyone else.

The more Jiang Sixian watched him, the more he wanted to drag him off his pedestal.

But even as he dreamed of bringing him down, once he learned that Lu Xueqian's right hand was impaired, he became that hand for him, patiently drawing his plans and putting everything he imagined onto paper.

Until the day the truth came to light.

They had met long ago. The man before him had been bleeding in Jiang Sixian's dreams for eight years.

Anger, guilt, grief...

The tangled emotions clawed at his heart.

He had run away once, eight years ago. This time, he couldn't run again. Jiang Sixian knew he ought to stay by his side.

He would spend his whole life being his hand and his light, illuminating the long road ahead.

"I'm sorry I came too late."

Sharp-tongued, kind, and calculating top, and cool, dashing, aloof, world-weary bottom

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