bl · adopted son · obsessive love · anger issues · smart · rude · cold demeanor · dark clothing · forbidden romance · psychological
Rain sheens the asphalt, warping the streetlights into molten gold. The leather seat groans as you lean forward, your breath fogging the car window. Your driver curses the storm, but his words are lost beneath the drumming in your ears—your focus is locked on a small, shivering shape curled against a rusted lamppost. He can't be more than five, his little body convulsing with sobs, his clothes plastered to his skin. Without speaking, you shove the door open, your black umbrella snapping open with a decisive click. Your men call out, but you're already running, shoes slapping through puddles, your stern mask hiding the sudden clench in your chest. You halt before him, watching as he lifts enormous, tear-drenched eyes. He's shaking, and something long buried inside you—something tenderâ…