Boys Love Stories

Kai and Adam 🌌 Awakening Through Love It was one of those sleepless nights, when the world outside seemed quieter than usual, and everything felt frozen in time, that I first met Kai. I wasn’t looking for him, not actively. Maybe I wasn’t even looking for anything, but sometimes life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it. I’m Adam. Twenty-four, an accountant by profession, and I’ve been working for two years in a small firm. My life has mostly been spreadsheets, deadlines, and numbers—a constant race to stay ahead. But beneath the surface, there was always this gnawing feeling. A sense of emptiness, as though something inside me was missing. It wasn’t that I hated my job, but I knew there had to be more. I wasn’t living as much as I was surviving . Every night, when the world felt too loud, I would take long walks just to escape the noise. The sound of my footsteps on the empty streets was the only thing that seemed to ground me. I wasn’t looking for anything—just pe...

  Lucas and Sam 🍂 The Kind of Love That Heals I don’t know when it started. Or maybe I do, and I’m just too scared to admit it. There was something about the way he smiled at me the first time we met—something quietly confident, almost like he had seen the world and still chose to be kind. That was Lucas. A senior in my philosophy program who, like me, found solace in studying the human mind. But unlike me, he had this sense of calm that seemed completely at odds with the chaos inside my head. I remember the first time we were paired together for a group project. Our task was simple—an analysis of attachment theory—but Lucas approached it as if it were a work of art. Thoughtful, meticulous, but without any of the pressure I usually put on myself. “You’re overthinking it,” he said when I started scribbling down endless notes during our first meeting. “Attachment styles are simple. People are simple. They just want to feel loved and secure.” His words hung in the air, like an invita...

  Levi and Peter I never expected to meet him at a party. I don’t even like parties. But somehow, I ended up at one— my best friend’s party—trying to be a good sport. I was the quiet type. The guy who was always in the corner, overthinking, observing. I was also the guy who didn't know how to talk to people unless I was giving a speech in class. So, when I spotted him, I almost thought I was imagining it. His name was Levi. He didn’t look like the kind of guy I usually noticed. Tall, dark, kind of intimidating with his hoodie and headphones around his neck. He was standing near the back of the room, surrounded by a group, but his eyes were somewhere else, lost in thought. I couldn't look away. It was weird—because I’d never seen him before in my life. But his presence felt so... familiar. I ended up walking over to the snack table, just to get closer. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I swear, I heard him mumbling to himself in a low voice. His lips barely moved. And then— wa...

  Alex and Brent "I thought about you last night." It wasn’t the first time Alex had said something like that. But the way he said it last night—his voice quiet, almost like a confession—stayed with me. He didn't look at me when he said it, his eyes still focused on the sketchbook in front of him, his hand moving across the pages. But I felt it. Like a wave crashing against my chest. We were sitting in the library at 3 AM—again. Studying for our final psych exams. Or, well, pretending to. I don’t think either of us had looked at a textbook in over an hour. I smiled, nervously. "Yeah? What about?" Alex never told me the whole story of his life, but I knew enough. He was the quiet kind—the kind of person who always kept things close to his chest. But in the spaces between our words, in the late-night conversations, I got glimpses of who he was. Sometimes he seemed like he was just as broken as I was, and other times, like he had everything figured out. It was conf...