My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Unexpected

After my exam, we had a week to wait. I had mixed feelings about it. I mean, I studied as much as I could, but the bad news? I saved it for the last few days. Who could I blame but myself? I'd acted like a total dick.

Father had said he didn't like the idea of me going anywhere until I could prove I was responsible-but that if I passed the exam, I could go.

I was chilling alone, reading some fanfiction online. My professor had promised to send the results via email. I checked literally every hour. Nothing.

"Why aren't you studying?"

My father appeared out of nowhere, silently enough to freak me out. I dropped my phone.

"Jesus Christ, Dad! What the fuck?!"

He lifted his glasses and gave me that glare. I rolled my eyes-he hated when I cursed.

"Okay, okay, sorry. But what are you doing here? I've got nothing right now, just waiting for my results."

"I can see that. Instead of doing something useful. I'm preparing for a meeting, and I'd like you not to be around."

Huh. Not to hide me, but to give me peace? That was... new.

"Ah... Okay, thanks. I'll go out with Miles then."

"Son, you shouldn't. I told you-he can't leave the mansion. These humanoids have tracking chips. In case someone tries to steal them. Or for what happened back in December. You're only allowed to take him with you because Wyoming is far enough from home."

I didn't like it. I wanted to take Miles everywhere. Like a boyfriend. But I didn't want to push Dad too far.

"I don't get it. If they have chips, they're trackable. Even if something happens-"

"William. Understand and let it go. Miles cannot leave. This is the only exception. End of discussion."

Yeah. Still didn't make sense. Other people took theirs everywhere.

"Alright. Thank you for letting us go."

And with that, I left. At least he wasn't yelling.

I made my way to the kitchen. Miles was there, sitting at the table, head resting on his arms. He looked... like he was napping.

A smile crept onto my face. Wasn't he a humanoid? Where did that come from? Maybe he was bored. I set my phone down and approached.

I didn't care what Mom said-if this was fire, I'd burn gladly, even if it meant turning to ash.

"Why are you so fucking perfect?" I whispered, brushing his hair.

It really felt more and more like we were dating. Maybe it was time to ask him officially. Maybe after Wyoming. No need to drop the emotional bomb now.

"Miles...? You know you don't need to sleep, right?"

I figured he'd just gone into energy-saving mode. To my touch, he looked up-confused, like I'd just pulled him from a dream. Which shouldn't be possible.

"It's okay, you can rest. We've got nothing today. It was just... cute, seeing you like that."

But he wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked serious.

"Very inappropriate, if you ask me."

"Why? It's okay. You don't need to be active 24/7. I was chilling too."

Something felt off. Could he even be in a mood?

"Miles... you seem off. Everything alright?"

He didn't answer. Just got up and made some coffee. A moment later, he handed me a cup.

"There you go. You seem like you need it."

I accepted with a grateful smile. But he gave me nothing back.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

And then he left.

What the hell was that?

Had someone swapped my dad and my almost-boyfriend? Why was he being nice, and Miles was cold?

I didn't want to overthink it. But I couldn't help it. It was clear I was the only one in love. He wasn't capable of love. But now he wasn't just neutral-he was distant. Did he regret us already?

My stomach twisted. Appetite gone. Mood dead. I left my phone on the table and went to my room.

Every damn time. Every time things started to look better, life reminded me I didn't deserve happiness. Maybe I never did.

I threw myself on the bed.

"Why do I bother? Why do I keep chasing something I'll never have?"

I drifted off eventually. When I woke, it was night. The room was dark, moonlight casting silver shadows through the window.

I'd slept for hours. Who cared?

Then I remembered-the email. I scrambled to my laptop.

"Let's see..."

It took forever to load. My nerves were shot.

Eventually, it opened. I logged in.

"Alright... Mr. Lanvigne finally sent that damn email."

I checked it.

Well... it wasn't what I'd hoped. But I read it again. And again. The words didn't change.