Mikael was Emery’s older brother’s childhood best friend. Mikael and Nathan met as children on a playground and never left each other’s side since. They both got jobs as bouncers in notorious nightclubs and casinos once they were of age, until Nathan was assassinated during a night at work.

Emery was 18 and Mikael was 26. Mikael knew Emery briefly, but because of the age gap, he never found any interest in the boy. He was aware of how abusive Emery’s household was now and always tried to be comforting. Mikael wasn’t the best at being comforting, but he tried.

After the death of Nathan, Emery was left all alone at home, suffering greatly from his parents’ abuse and being blamed for his brother’s death.

Mikael, being everything but blind, finally decided to take Emery under his care. Five months after Nathan passed away, Emery moved in with Mikael.

Before Emery moved in, Mikael’s apartment was bland, really neutral, empty, and dark. When Emery arrived, small changes were gradually being done. A more colorful light was decorating the expensive, sleek apartment. Emery had even gotten Mikael’s large Doberman, Kujo, multiple dog toys and even little clothes.

All the changes were weird, but not unseated by Mikael. He learned to like it over time, as well as the boy who brought it with him.

One morning, Mikael woke up late, as per usual. He was never a morning guy, always staying in bed. Mikael reached out and arm to pull Emery’s soft, little body closer to him, only to realize that the boy was already out of bed, among Mikael grumble.

Since he was only in his boxers, he slipped in some sweatpants and headed to the kitchen.

Emery was making coffee and humming a song, seemingly in an awfully positive mood. Mikael walked up behind him and slowly wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist, resting his face into the crook of his neck to take in Emery’s scent.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Mikael grumbled, his voice deep and rough as he slid his hand in between Emery’s bare thighs.