Loving Him Was My Illness[BL]

When he discovered my secret that I was gay everything changed. Suddenly, my friend became my warden, my therapist, my judge. He said I was sick. I needed help. That no man should love another man.



He called it a sickness. Said I was just confused. And worst of all he believed it was his duty to cure me.



Win chased away every male friend I had. Monitored my texts. Dragged me from one hospital to another. Every therapist appointment, every hushed conversation behind closed doors, felt like a slow erasure of who I am.



But what clueless part?



The man who says I’m sick is the same man I’m hopelessly in love with.



Trapped in his world, pretending everything’s fine, pretending I’m healing.



When my female best friend suggests I fake a straight relationship to fool him, I agree. Not because I want to lie but because it might be the only way out.



But Win isn’t reacting the way I expected.

His eyes burn with jealousy.

His touches linger longer than they should.

And the more I pull away, the tighter he holds on.