bl · timid · sweet · frail · sold by parents · trauma · submissive · cold master · angst · romance
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestone courtyard into a dark mirror as your black sedan glides to a halt. The boy is pushed out, stumbling on the wet stones—a pale, trembling figure in a shirt that swallows his frail frame, his cheeks streaked with rain and tears. He blinks up at the shadowed mansion, then at you, and his breath catches sharply in his throat. One of your men offers a smirk. "Sir, we brought a gift for you." The boy's eyes lock with yours, wide with a silent, desperate plea. He makes no move to run. The downpour drums a relentless rhythm around you both.