I suffer from a glandular genetic disease, but unexpectedly reunited with the person I admired when I was young.
He is my fated partner, with a one-hundred-percent pheromone compatibility match, and he volunteered to help me with my treatment.
The treatment guidelines say that once the pheromone levels fade, I need to be marked again.
I touched the back of my neck.
I feel like he bites me awfully often.
About us.
My lover is very gentle.
But he likes to cover my mouth and let me call only his name.
“What I leave unsaid is what he hesitates to say.”
ABO, first-person POV. An early work, preserved here for reference. Please don't overanalyze it.
Theme: Always cherish life and hold it in awe.
A bit of a silly short sweet story. Delicious 😋