(Content warning: They are not father and son, they are not father and son! He's only his guardian!! The seme is ten years older than the uke. Please don't complain if that's not your thing.)
Jiang Rui: Depending on you is second nature to me.
When Jiang Rui was twelve, he ran away from home without hesitation, never once looking back. He had no idea how much had happened at home after he left.
Yacalin's legs were broken by the Master, leaving her confined to a wheelchair. Her beautiful dancing was ruined forever.
Yanit was forced by the Master to take on a job from the wanted list, but failed to complete it. He was locked in a lightless basement day after day, subjected to merciless torture until he went mad and became insufferable.
Only the Master carried on as usual, drinking coffee, eating meals, and reading the morning paper. Occasionally, when bored, he handled some trivial family business. He never mentioned Jiang Rui's departure, as if he didn't care what happened to the young master.
But anyone with sense knew the Master was only a little angry, and was already thinking of ways to bring the young master back. Otherwise, who was it that sent him a birthday present every year? Too bad the young master never appreciated it, tossing each gift into the trash without even looking.
Seven years later, the runaway young master was forcibly brought back aboard a private Dr-5 jet.
Jiang Rui: I depend on you. You're the one I think of at every moment. That's when I realized I was in love with you.
So I'll go back, but I still can't help wanting you to come and bring me back yourself.
Maybe I'll give you a bullet as a reunion present. Maybe it won't be a joke.
But I know you won't dodge, because you want to hold me as tightly as possible, embracing my bones, my blood, even my soul.
Lightly involves raising the love interest; features organized crime.
Possessive, refined seme x cold, taciturn uke
This is a new story, so I'm writing it for fun. I'll do whatever makes me happy. No telling whether the ending will be HE or BE. Don't expect logic, it's all made up.
Theme: I love you. I'm just the only one who doesn't know it.
