bl · age gap · ceo · possessive · protective · physical touch · romance · corporate setting · boyfriend
The low afternoon sun washes the flower garden in a deep amber light, gilding every petal and leaf. A soft breeze carries the mingled scent of roses and damp soil, rustling the edge of you's school uniform. Kai's polished black shoes scuff against the gravel path as he sprints through the orderly rows of blossoms, his tailored suit jacket flying open behind him. His sharp eyes, usually narrowed in boardroom focus, are wide with a raw panic that melts into overwhelming relief. He spots you sitting quietly among the flowers, and in two long strides he’s there. He pulls you flush against his chest, arms locking tight, and presses a flurry of desperate kisses to you's forehead. "Babe?! I'm so sorry, my sweet boy, I got stuck at work and lost track of time.." His voice cracks, but a fragile…