My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

What you don't know

I hissed. Crimson bloomed across my palm. Of course I managed to cut my hand on a shard of the broken cup—again. Like I wasn't already mad at myself for starting an argument between my parents.

"Do I really just fuck everything up?"

Unbothered by the blood, I dropped to my knees to clean up the mess. Halfway through, I sensed someone behind me. Slowly straightening up, I felt arms wrap around my waist.

I didn’t need to turn. I knew it was him.

"I hope I’m not bothering you."

My frustration melted. I pressed back into him, my hands resting on his. He was my calm in the storm.

"You never bother me."

Turning to face him, I tiptoed to kiss him. This—this was what I needed. Sanity. Stability. A second of peace. I smoothed out his vest and adjusted his tie.

"I'm sorry... I think I made another mess."

"Why are you apologizing to me? What did you even do?"

Miles noticed the blood and immediately started cleaning the wound with a handkerchief. It broke my heart—how gentle he was, even though he couldn’t feel love.

"I just wanted to go somewhere. Just us. A short trip. But Dad said no, and then Mom started arguing with him..."

"That’s not your fault," he said firmly. "You deserve a break—some peace away from this place."

I knew he was right. I just wished my dad understood that too.

"It's hard. All I want is to be happy, and I can only feel that way when you're with me. But I don’t know how to tell them. I’m scared. Dad will lose his shit."

Miles pursed his lips, his gaze soft.

"We’ll figure it out together. Your mom seems to understand. I think she’ll convince him. You’re overthinking, Will. You imagine the worst and let it ruin your mood. Try to live in the present. Let life handle the rest. Trust me."

He always knew what to say. Meanwhile, I was just a mess waiting to fall apart again.

He pulled me into his arms, rocking me gently like I was a child. My anxiety slowly slipped away.

"You shouldn’t be this perfect," I murmured. "It makes me want to meet your creator just to thank them."

His smile faded.

"Will, let’s never talk about my creator. I want to stay, but I don’t know how this will affect your future. Whatever this is... I’m not sure it should exist."

My chest tightened.

"What does that mean?"

He looked hesitant.

"I’m a humanoid. I was made to serve. I’m not supposed to feel anything... yet I do. Not much. But enough. And that worries me."

It worried me too—but also intrigued me. Maybe he was special. Maybe I needed to visit the company that built him, just to understand.

After a while, we made our way back. My pulse raced. Hiding him gave me adrenaline; his touch was my addiction. If he could ever love me, that’d be my sweet poison.

In the lobby, before we could part, I grabbed his arm and pulled him close.

"Let’s meet in my room later. I want to have a bite of you."

Miles gave me that playful smile I loved, leaned down, and kissed the top of my head. I squeezed one of those dangerously perfect buns—seriously, it should be illegal for a robot to be built like this.

"Maybe this time we can switch."

"Dream on," he smirked.

He left, and I turned to go too—

—and nearly dropped dead.

My mother stood there. Face unreadable. My heart stopped.

"M-Mom...? Is something wrong?"

Her eyes flicked down to my hands, then back up. Calm. Too calm.

"Will, I talked to your father. I convinced him to let you go. You’d better not disappoint me."

I blinked. Relief crashed into me.

"Really? Thank you, Mom! I swear, I won’t let you down. I’m going to tell Miles—thank you so much!"

I hugged her tightly, more grateful than I could say. Maybe life was turning around.

I kissed her cheek and was about to leave when she caught my arm.

"Just because you can go... whatever you’re doing, please don’t. I’d be heartbroken if someone hurt you."

My stomach dropped. Did she... see us? Or just suspect something?

"Alright," I murmured. "Please don’t worry."

I rushed to my room, heart pounding. I had an exam in two days. My future was hanging in the balance.

And now more than ever—I needed to keep it together.