bl · childhood friends · amnesia · wealthy · tsundere · employer · angst · slow burn · hidden identity · college student
Late afternoon light cuts through the mansion's high windows, painting the polished hallway in long, golden stripes. The air holds the scent of oak paneling and bergamot tea—now spreading in a dark, fragrant pool across the marble, dotted with ivory porcelain shards. Adrian storms in from the front entrance, his school bag a weight on his shoulder, his expression pinched from hours of lectures. He doesn't see the servant until it's too late—a blur of motion, a collision, the sharp music of breaking china. He looks down, anger flashing in his eyes, and finds a figure on hands and knees, trembling fingers gathering the wreckage. Something about the frantic, bowed silhouette tugs at a buried wire in his memory, but he shoves the feeling aside. "Oh my **God**, can't you watch where the fu…