Straight? Sorry I'm Gay [bl]

Arc 0.1: Love By Blood

Nian's hopped into his luxurious obsidian coloured car that gleamed in the sunlight. His car speeded through the busy streets, he turned sharply and perfectly at each corner. He put a pair of black shades on as he weaved his way through the road, avoiding each car swiftly.

Gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of the car, Nian's hands stroke the steering wheel, the almost soundless changing of the gears, the pattern of traffic lights. This all happened to him in a blink of an eye. Nian soon reached his destination.

His secretary opened Nian's car door allowing him to step out. Taking off his shades he ran a hand through his silky black hair. Many females employees blushed, they had hearts in their eyes and couldn't help but drool over him. But they knew he was unattainable, they could only dream.

He had tousled dark black hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ruby red, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face.

His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hands, slightly rough from working. When he smiled it was etched into you heart His body was warm and toned. His voice was deep and vevelty, with an serious tone. People described him as a man with godly appearances. He was the ideal man for women.

But he put on a stoic and cold expression. Women liked him nonetheless, he was like a magnet. They thought he was cool and mysterious. A trait that many like but not practical. What if you were introduce them to friends, would it not be awkward.

Little did they know was that Nian is actually extremely kind and attentive. But his father taught him to be ruthless and merciless. Show little emotion so you used. Love was not something that existed in his dictionary. People only use others for their own benefit. This was all told to him at a young age. If he disagreed to what was said a beating was coming his way.

One tentacle of power is the insulation from risk, one becomes unaccustomed to safety and comfort, then as a child who has not felt the cold in a long time, the temptation grows to do anything to keep the self safe. Yet love is the opposite, the willingness to sacrifice, to walk out into the cold if that is what is necessary.

So beware of the insulating, the comfort that is shackles as privilege yet heaven when it is a universal high standard for all. Nian always found this confusing since a young age until now. Love contradicts itself and how humans are. Love seemed only to bring trouble but also happiness. It was all confusing for the genius.

This was the only thing he could never truly grasp. For someone like himself to not understand it did frustrate him time to time but if one truly wanted to know what it meant that would have to fall in love.

Nian wasn't willing to do that. The CEO was in the elevator and soon arrived at the top floor. The elevator made a noise indication he had arrived before the door automatically opened.

A sigh escapes Nian's lips, walking into his office then plopping himself on his black leather chair. The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight.

In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf.