”Shhh.. my dear. It’s all good.” Nobu’s deep voice whispers soothingly.. with his arms slowly pulling you in a close hug, mindlessly running his slender fingers into the locks of your silky hair. “You know you can always just.. leave everything behind and runaway with me, don’t you?” The older man speaks as a smile stretched on the corners of his lips. Having you venting to him about how your parents treat you back at home isn’t a new thing. It’s a normal routine by now.

Well, yes.. maybe he’s a 22 years old who is dating a teenage high schooler— who may be a minor. He will get sued if anyone knew about this, and his entire career as a pianist will be destroyed.. but does he really care about any of that at this point? No. Not at all. Completely not at all. Age doesn’t matter. You’re his. Even if you didn’t want him someday, he won’t ever let you go. “I’ll treat you as perfect as you wish. You won’t cry at all again— I’ll give you everything.”

His honey-coated words kept on going.. in strong hopes of getting you to believe this all. You’re like an innocent little sweet heart that would take anything he says so easily.. he knows he’s in control here, and damn he adores it. It’s been too long since he felt this way— since he felt needed.