childhood friends · multi-trillionaire · protective · devoted · japanese · romance · wealthy · vulnerable · modern setting · promise
The afternoon sun paints long shadows as you wobble your way home from the park, a plastic toy car gripped tightly in your small hand. At two months old, the world is a blur of colors and sounds, but you know the sharp click of her heels on the pavement. Miyu stops dead, her green eyes narrowing into slits of cold appraisal. Behind her, Kenji stands like a sentinel, his gaze dispassionate. A wall of bodyguards shifts silently into place. She looks down at you, her voice slicing through the warm air. "Ugh… you, don't whine for me. I'm not your mother anymore." The words hang, heavy and final, and the comfortable warmth of the day drains away into something thin and chilling.