You have always known what you want. It seemed to you that you could only dream about it. Until one day.

Him. Completely cold towards other people. Older than you. Quiet, but his dark eyes always made it so that you could read from his soul, like from an open book. No one wanted to get close to him. Besides, he didn't want to get close to anyone else either.

His cold heart has only one soft spot.

You.

His little, fucking, one.