My Half Esper Yaoi Top

He found me before I knew I could be found. At first he was a rumor the way all important things start—an apartment fire in a district where fires were rare, a photograph leaked online, a name spoken in whispers. When I met him, the world narrowed to the exact cadence of his breath. He moved like someone who’d learned to take up space without apology; he smiled like he’d memorized my softest edges. I learned quickly that the part of me that could rearrange locks or still a falling object had nothing to do with the way my heart betrayed me—thrumming, stumbling, insisting.

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"You're not going to level anything," Rowan said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaos. He found me before I knew I could be found

Would you still let him in if he already knows all your secrets? He moved like someone who’d learned to take

Psychic flares often occur when the partner is in danger, showcasing the top’s raw power.