SaiyanQueen25

💔 Description:Ash Ketchum thought leaving his toxic ex would be the hardest part. He was wrong.Still haunted by his mother's abuse and his father's abandonment, Ash tries to start fresh with a new apartment and a new life. But nothing ever stays peaceful for long. His new roommate? Paul Shinji-cold, cruel, and dangerously unreadable. Their tension is instant. And electric.Then Gary shows up again, dragging the weight of every broken promise with him.Torn between the past that refuses to let him go and the present that won't stop hurting, Ash is forced to confront the pain he's buried for years. As emotions boil over, secrets are uncovered, and lines between hate, lust, and love blur... one thing becomes painfully clear:Not all scars are visible.And not everyone is meant to be saved.⚠️ Content Warnings:This story contains explicit sexual content, emotional manipulation, trauma, past abuse, toxic relationships, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.📌 Disclaimer:I do not own Pokémon, its characters, or any official images used throughout this story. All rights to the Pokémon franchise belong to Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures Inc. The characters featured-such as Ash Ketchum (Satoshi), Gary Oak (Shigeru), Paul (Shinji), Reggie (Reiji), Ritchie (Hiroshi), and Alain-were originally created by Satoshi Tajiri, Ken Sugimori, and the Pokémon anime/game development teams.This is a fan-made work created solely for entertainment and creative exploration. I make no profit from this story.The plotline, character dynamics, dialogue, and original content in this story, including emotional backstories and AU developments, are the sole creation of SaiyanQueen25.All images used (if any) belong to their rightful owners; credit goes to the artists and official sources.…

SaiyanQueen25

"You've got to be kidding me," He muttered under his breath, eyeing the clock above the dusty bookshelf. The hands ticked closer to midnight, and he knew he'd never make it to bed on time again. His shift at the 24-hour diner had been a nightmare, as usual. The neon lights flickered, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out faces of the night owl regulars. The smell of stale coffee and greasy food clung to his clothes like a stubborn fog. The bell above the door jingled as a figure stepped into the warm embrace of the diner, bringing with them a gust of chilly night air. The man took a moment to assess the newcomer. Roughly his height, but broader, with a face carved by a thousand bad decisions. He recognized the look of a man who had seen too much, too soon. The stranger scanned the room, eyes narrowing when they landed on the only occupied booth in the back corner. A young man sat there, shivering in a tattered coat, nursing a cup of tea that had long gone cold. The man's stride was deliberate as he approached, his heavy boots echoing on the checkered floor. He didn't look up until he was right beside him, and when he did, his eyes grew wide with terror. "I finally found you again, bitch," he sneered, his voice a knife-edge in the quiet. "I won't let you get away from me ever again." The man's hand trembled as he gripped his bag tighter, and the man behind the counter tensed, ready to intervene if needed. But he just sat there, frozen, his gaze locked with the monster from his past.…