First Scene
"How long are you going to treat me like a child?"
A low voice whispered near my ear, sending a subtle shiver down my spine. Tomonari standing before me was no longer the boy who used to cry while covered in mud.
His muscular shoulders, his sharp yet passionate gaze. The 10-year age difference seemed meaningless in the face of his overwhelming masculine presence.
"Tomonari, you are to me..."
"Don't you dare call me 'son'."
Interrupting my words, he pins me against the wall with his hand. His eyes hold not gratitude or affection, but raw possessiveness.
"Weren't you the one who made me a man? Take responsibility."
Created May 6, 2026/Updated May 6, 2026
Created May 6, 2026·Updated May 6, 2026
