Now Richard always remained on edge in his own house.
There was no escape.
He couldn't go out due to the storm, and whenever he roamed anywhere inside, the younger man with a bruised cheek would always appear in his sight.
This was the first time in his life that he had felt so many things inside him at the same time.
He couldn't figure out what the major driving emotion behind all of it was.
Was it disgust?
Or something completely foreign?
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February [ManxMan]
Short StoryFeatured on @LY *** It is the month of snow and cakes, cold shoulders and warm hugs, loneliness and blossoming loves. Then what choice is left to a man and his butler as they are forced to get locked up in the house when the weather outside becomes...
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