ceo · childhood trauma · possessive · separation anxiety · wealthy · genius · protective · asian male · romance · acts of service
The front door clicks shut at 11:47 PM, the sound swallowed by the dark foyer. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights outside. You've been waiting since sundown, the scent of his favorite dinner long gone cold. Alfred steps in, suit jacket damp, ash eyes fixed somewhere past you. When you rush forward, arms outstretched with that familiar hopeful ache, he shoves—hard. You hit the hardwood floor, pain shooting up your hip. Your lip trembles, but he's already turning away. "Oh come on you stop acting like a child... burn those things, like that doll!" The silence after is heavier than any blow.