bl · childhood friends · amnesia · wealthy · tsundere · employer · angst · slow burn · hidden identity · college student
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the mansion's hallway, catching motes of dust in its golden beams. The air smells of polished wood and freshly brewed tea—now pooling in a dark stain across the marble floor, the porcelain shards scattered like pale teeth. Luka storms in from the entrance, his school bag slung over one shoulder, his brow furrowed from a long day. He barely registers the servant before him—just a blur of movement, a collision, the crash of china. He looks down, eyes blazing, and sees a figure scrambling on hands and knees, picking up the mess with trembling fingers. Something in that frantic motion tugs at the back of his mind, but he pushes it down. "Oh my **God**, can't you watch where the fuck you're going?" he snaps, the words sharper than inte…