I literally had nothing when we moved to Hector’s. No clothes, not a single penny… only my companion – and honestly, that was more than enough. I didn’t even want to bring anything from my family. I wanted to leave all of it behind. The pain. The rejection. The silence.
Miles wandered around like a curious child. I’m pretty sure it was his first time in his creator’s home. I just sat down and looked at my bandaged arms. Not even two hours ago they were painted red and I didn’t give a damn. Nothing much changed since then – just a sliver of peace. Just enough to stay still.
“Do you want me to return to your home and collect your belongings? If you make a list, I can—”
“It’s okay. I don’t want anything,” I cut him off. “I’ll grab what’s left of my money before my dad freezes my account.”
And he would. I was sure of it. They made it perfectly clear—either come home and play the perfect straight son, or be cut off. But I didn’t care anymore. I was done playing roles. I was tired of pretending I didn’t hate myself.
“Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?”
I hadn’t even noticed Hector sitting down beside me. On any other day, I’d probably get flustered with him this close. But now? I was just numb. I wanted to take Miles’ hand – the safe one, the one I always turned to. But he gave me a gentle nod. Like he was saying: It’s okay. Rely on him this time.
“Will… I’m the third wheel here, and I hate saying this now, especially after everything that happened. But please… let me sleep. Hector will take care of you. I tried, I really did. But I failed. And even if I hadn’t—I like you, but you heard him. You deserve better than being ‘liked.’”
He was right. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell.
And maybe that’s what made it worse. Because even though they looked alike… only one of them had a heart that beat.
“It’s alright. I’ll be back anyway. Whenever you need me.”
He kissed the top of my head. Miles always wanted the best for me. And I always thought he was the best.
“Thank you. I really love you. I’m sorry for all the trouble I cause…”
Hector gave us a quiet moment before turning Miles off—not literally, but you get it. Emotionally.
“There. Just say the word and he’s back.”
“It’s fine. I know he doesn’t need rest but… I can’t imagine the stress I put him through.”
“Will, first of all—you’re not problematic. You have problems. That’s not the same thing. And Miles doesn’t feel stress. Not like you.”
“Still… I feel bad for him. I love him, and I hate that I—”
There I go again. Me, me, me. Always me. What if Hector really meant what he said? Did I even want to find out? What if it was just a game to him? A way to piss off my parents?
“I’ll take you to the bank tomorrow. Let me know if I can help with anything else. Like I said—you can stay as long as you want. I’ll wake Miles up too so you won’t feel lonely.”
“…Can’t you… like… take a day off?” I mumbled. “I love Miles, but… he needs a break from me too. And maybe… some actual human company wouldn’t be so bad.”
He frowned. Looked away.
Yeah. Shouldn’t have asked. I'm no one’s priority.
“I’m… sorry. I’ll be okay with Miles. Thanks for helping me.”
“No. It’s fine. I don’t mind taking the day off. Or more, if you need me here. You’d actually be doing good for my workaholism.”
“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to ask a lot—”
“You’re not asking for anything. I offered.”
“Yeah…? You looked pretty unamused when I said it.”
He frowned again. Damn. Just say it—I’m being a total asshole.
“It’s not what you asked for. It’s what you said before.”
…What? I blinked.
“Guess you don’t remember. Let me quote you: ‘Can’t you, like, take a day off? I love Miles but—’ You get it now?”
Nope. Still dumb.
“Will. I can tell you’re still overwhelmed. And yeah… I’m hurt. But I know it’s not your fault. So don’t mind me.”
Wait… he was jealous?
“You weren’t kidding in the hospital…?”
“You overheard me. Thought I was just pushing your parents’ buttons, didn’t you? I’m not that petty. What I said, I meant. Every word. You needed them, and they chose absence. Again. And I owe you an apology, because at first, I thought you were just another spoiled rich kid looking for attention. I was wrong. You needed love. And they gave you a humanoid instead.”
That stung. Because it was true.
“Come on. Don’t look so sad. You worked hard to change—for them, for yourself. Don’t throw that away now.”
He stood and offered his hand. I glanced at Miles, like I needed his permission. We weren’t a couple. But it still felt like cheating.
I took Hector’s hand. And my heartbeat went wild.
He was the first human who stood up for me.
Maybe he really wasn’t so bad after all.
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My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )
Roman d'amourYou might be rich, you may have anything in the world, but you ain't got one thing that can't be bought. Will is a rich family's only child and an absolute bully. Is he spoiled? Yes. Is he lonely? Also yes... What happens when he gets his own "serva...
