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Asher Carter has spent his entire life hiding his true self. In Eldermire—a town ruled by the iron grip of the Council of Purity—being different is dangerous, and some kinds of love are a crime that can cost you everything.

Orphaned young and raised under the council’s suffocating laws, Asher has learned that survival means keeping his head down. By day, he works as a waiter at The Gilded Spoon, an elite café where the town’s powerful gather. By night, he dreams of a life where he doesn’t have to pretend.

Then there’s Malcolm Hayes—the mayor’s son. Wealthy, charming, and engaged to the daughter of a high-ranking council member, he is everything Asher can never have. To the world, Malcolm is the perfect heir to Eldermire’s legacy of purity. But beneath the polished facade, he's living a life that isn't truly his—while being irresistibly drawn to the quiet waiter he just can't stop thinking about.

One moment, they were just two men living separate lives. The next, they are fugitives.

Hunted by a town that sees their love as an abomination, Asher and Malcolm’s only hope is to escape beyond Eldermire’s borders—to a place where love isn’t punished. But running won’t be easy. 

In a world where their love is forbidden and betrayal is inevitable, the question isn’t just whether they can escape—but whether their love is strong enough to survive.


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Trigger Warning:

This story explores dark and intense themes. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to:

Graphic violence

Vigilante justice

Homophobia

Fear and persecution

Life-threatening situations

Explicit sexual scenes

Outlawed Desires: Beyond the Chains

<p>Shame flooded me, hot and bright. I'm coming so easily, like— like— I couldn't control it. But Malcolm didn't seem to mind. If anything, he seemed pleased, his fingers still working me, fucking me faster, and I was suddenly craving more. The fingers aren't enough. I need— I need— But I couldn't say it, my mouth still tied, so all I could do was whimper, my hips rocking against his hand.</p>

<p>Finally, he pulled his fingers out, and I whined, the emptiness almost unbearable. He chuckled softly, positioning himself between my legs, his cock pressed against my entrance. "Shh, baby," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I've got you."</p>

Dream Come True