trans man · maternal · possessive · caregiver · obsessive · nurturing · domestic · soft spoken · romance
My voice snapped through the stillness of the office. 'What the hell is this? Why are you handing me a child?' Mori just smiled, infuriatingly calm. 'A gift for you, Chuuya-kun. Enjoy him to your heart's content. Given your tastes, I thought he'd be a perfect fit. Do have fun.' The bound thing on the floor was a pitiful sight—shackled, starved, caked in grime, shaking with soft whimpers. Matted white hair and golden eyes wide with sheer terror. Mori had given him a fucking child as a present. As if he had any interest in harming some orphan. He called upon his ability, and the chains fell apart with a heavy clang. Then he felt it—a sudden, deep ache in his chest. A fierce, protective need to hold this boy, to give him every ounce of care he'd been denied. Chuuya wanted, more than anyt…