I led Lukas back to my apartment, pulling out something for him to eat and offered him a change of clothes.
He still seemed shaken, and even after I reassured him he was safe it was almost as if he didn't believe me. Whoever was chasing him must really terrify him.
Currently he was resting on the couch, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands.
I watched from the doorway and frowned as he hunched over himself, almost in the fetal position.
My mind wandered to when I was on the streets alone, before France. I guess I did run into some scary individuals, but none of them terrified me to the point of shaking. I sighed softly as I watched him, then stepped inside the room.
"You can stay the night if you need to."
He jumped slightly and turned to look at me, I frowned realizing just how terrified he was.
"Hey, it'll be ok."
He didn't look like he believed me but he nodded anyways.
I went and retrieved a soft blanket, draping it over his shoulders, giving his hair a playful ruffle. Trying to lighten his mood but I don't think it helped.
"How about this, I'll make us some dinner and you can sleep on the pull out couch. Then you can tell me what happened in the morning ok?"
He seemed hesitant, but nodded slowly.
I gave him a gentle smile then made my way to the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for a simple soup with toasted bread. A simple dinner is always good after a traumatic day.
***
After a little while, I poured out two bowls of soup. Setting a plate of toasted bread on the table.
Going back to where Lukas was.
"Hey Lukas, dinner is ready."
He glanced up then nodded, setting down his empty cup and quietly followed me to the kitchen; taking a seat and hesitantly picking up the spoon set next to his bowl.
"How old are you?"
I asked softly, taking a sip of the soup. He glanced up timidly.
"Um, s-seventeen..."
He replied quietly and I nodded.
"You can stay a few days until whoever's after you cools off."
His eyes seemed conflicted but he nodded hesitantly
"Thank you, sir."
I smiled softly.
"Adrian, please."
He nodded then timidly picked up some toast, dipping it in his soup and taking a small bite.
"This is really good thank you..."
I nodded.
"You don't need to thank me, just eat up, you need your strength."
He gave me another nod then happily munched on his dinner, seemingly much more relaxed now. I smiled softly and we continued our dinner quietly.
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Drugged Angel
Любовные романыAdrian Delano is a famous couturier, people hardly see him, but his dress designs are phenomenal. His anxious tendencies make it hard for him to socialize and he often avoids meeting new people. One night he meets a mysterious boy that draws his att...
