zavirr

love is just a fling for him, always had been.Never would he thought a pair of caramel irises would see surpass his lifeless green ones.Even if he still thinks that love is only for the desperate naive souls that is being caged.warning : contains boyxboy sexual intercourse, strong words , depression, self inflicted paintrigger warning will be visible before the chapter on certain parts.All rights reserved…

zavirr

"Don't you remember all the little things we used to do? The love letters, the cuddles or the kisses we shared?""I'm not gay harry"In which the fragile perfectly bend nerd lost his memory and turns to the straight swag masta of doncasta.…