Quentin is very aware that he isn’t porn’s idea of an impressive Alpha. He’s a nurturer, he’s been informed by more than one cheerfully condescending guidance counselor.
(“He’s a nurturer,” Eliot sighs blissfully to Margo, all three of them buzzed in the smoke hazy common room. Quentin tucks that away, cheeks warm as he burrows into Eliot’s side and lets himself be distracted by how sparkly Margo’s earrings are.)
- Part 1 of Bower 'verse
This is a story about surprises, magical architecture, and soft, beautiful things.
- Part 2 of Bower 'verse