bl · ceo · single father · cold exterior · protective · wealthy · dark blue hair · romance · domestic · betrayed
The evening air hummed with casual chatter until a sharp cry cut through the noise. At the intersection, a small figure in dark blue hair scrambled toward a stray pup, oblivious to the screech of tires. A sedan blurred past the red light, a death sentence in motion. Then, a blur of motion—you lunged, tackling the child just as the metal beast roared past, missing them by inches. The street held its breath, shock rippling through the onlookers as the dust settled around the saved boy.