Obsessive, possessive seme x aloof, wooden beauty uke
The first art exhibition of rising painter Qin Yanshu after returning to the country drew celebrities from every walk of life.
The beautiful young painter stood at the end of the art gallery's corridor. He wasn't one for conversation and merely nodded to every guest who entered. His hair fell to his temples, and he looked so lovely and otherworldly that he could have been a work of art.
Suddenly, a toddler about two years old stumbled over to Qin Yanshu's legs and called out in a clear voice, "Mom, you're back!"
The crowd erupted.
That wasn't just any child, but the young heir of Zhou Yu, the richest man in the country.
Reporters rushed over at the news, cameras and microphones pointed at Qin Yanshu as they asked, "Why does Mr. Zhou's son call you his mother? Did you deceive Mr. Zhou and leave three years ago? What's your relationship with Mr. Zhou?"
The sudden questions left Qin Yanshu at a loss. He stood frozen, nervously biting his lip, unable to see Zhou Yunian's face through the layers of people.
He only lowered his head and murmured, "I don't know... No... We're not close..."
*
Zhou Yunian, the youngest head of the Zhou family in its history, was decisive and formidable in business. His whole life had gone smoothly, and he'd never suffered a loss.
The only blemish on his life was his ex-wife, who had deceived him for two years, then left with their child.
Everyone wondered what kind of person could have played Zhou Yunian. She must be a beautiful schemer with incredible skill.
But when they finally met him, they thought that while he was indeed beautiful, he didn't seem like much of a schemer.
Even after getting caught up in such a huge scandal, he continued his daily routine, greeting guests with the same smile, saying nothing and giving no response.
Only in a corner hidden from the crowd did Qin Yanshu find himself pinned against a wall by Zhou Yunian. His rough fingertips brushed over Qin Yanshu's slender wrist as Zhou Yunian lowered his voice and demanded, "Why did you say we weren't close?"
Qin Yanshu winced in pain. His normally impassive expression cracked, and he weakly pushed at the man's shoulder. "We really aren't close..."
Zhou Yunian smiled. "Fine, we're not close, are we? Baby, you'd better remember what you said today."
Qin Yanshu didn't quite understand what Zhou Yunian wanted him to wait for.
It wasn't until a little while later, at the old Zhou family residence, that he understood. Beneath the expensive silk velvet quilt, damp strands of hair framed tempting red marks. Qin Yanshu bit down on his teeth as tears streamed down, soaking the pillow.
Zhou Yunian held him from behind and bit his ear. "Are we close now?"
TIPS:
1. Older seme, 1v1. The chosen POV is purely a narrative device. Both are leads. Please don't split them up or reverse their roles.
2. The uke has Asperger's and is somewhat slow to react in matters of the heart. He can be a little blank and blunt at times. The seme is the final step in helping him learn to socialize.
3. The author's full catalog of favorite CP dynamics includes pregnancy. Unless otherwise specified, assume the uke can get pregnant. Same-sex marriage is legal in this setting. The story still focuses on the two leads, and the plot isn't particularly substantial.
Theme: Love lives in everyone's heart