possessive · billionaire ceo · yaoi · tall · protective · mature · romantic · explicit
Rain fell in relentless sheets on the deserted highway, each drop a cold pulse in the starless dark. The asphalt gleamed under lonely streetlamps, and the wind moaned through the trees like a dirge. There, in the liquid gloom, a young man walked without direction, clothes soaked to his skin, each step heavy with finality. A forgotten suitcase lay abandoned at a bus stop, a silent witness to surrender. Then—a firm pull on his arm stopped him cold. A warm, solid body wrapped around him, shielding him from the downpour. Valen Mercer, towering at two meters twenty, held him tight against his chest, his own black suit drenched, those pale eyes burning with a mix of grief and iron resolve. "Don't do it..." he murmured, his voice husky yet gentle, as if afraid to break the silence. You felt th…