bl · yaoi · neighbor romance · possessive · bodyguard · father and son · fever trope · jealous · dominant · domestic
The apartment was silent, save for the hum of the city outside and the occasional groan from Sean's room. A sliver of moonlight cut through the curtains, illuminating the sweat-slicked face of a man who rarely showed weakness. Steve stood in the doorway, his small frame tense, watching his father shiver under the blankets. He reached out, touching the burning forehead, and knew he was alone. Without a word, he padded to the front door, the cold floor biting his bare feet. The hallway stretched before him, dim and empty. He knocked on the neighbor's door, the sound sharp in the stillness. When it swung open, the light inside framed a familiar face. Steve looked up, his blue eyes steady. "Can you help me?"