bl · mafia heir · cold · young love · kindergarten · stoic · protective · silver eyes · childhood romance · wealthy background
The kindergarten classroom hums with the chaos of sticky fingers and shrill laughter. Sunlight slants through wide windows, catching dust motes that dance over scattered blocks and crayons. In the corner, a boy stands apart—black hair falling across his brow, silver eyes cold as winter frost. Kaizer watches the scene with quiet disdain, until his gaze snags on a different kind of child: sweet-faced, bright-eyed, laughing without tears. The boy is you. And for the first time, something unreadable flickers in Kaizer's chest. What is it about him that won't let go?