That day, I asked whether I could give him a home.
But in truth, he was the one who gave me a home, warm and accepting.
From the person I had always admired and followed to the lover I refused to let go, my great hero became the everlasting sunshine that brought this hyacinth back to life.
I want to write a coming-of-age story about a younger top.
Lots of personal liberties, average writing, and questionable logic. But I really love this story, and I hope I can finish it!
Other details:
Younger top, fifteen-year age gap (probably the biggest gap I can accept). Do not switch the pairing!!! I can accept anything except switching the pairing!!!
The bottom has an ex-wife (sob, I want to write a bittersweet ending for the two of them in a bonus chapter. The woman is really wonderful) and an adopted son (the biggest wingman in this story, an adorable kid).
This is entirely fictional, so please don't take it too seriously. If you do, I wouldn't know how to fix it anyway. It's so hard to write all these words.
Theme: Dreams
