Just A Bit Ruthless

Roman left the hotel, his muscles were tense, his head was still twitching, a precursor to a headache.The long flight was enough, and the conversation with Anna was not a relaxing entertainment.When he stepped on the accelerator after getting in the car, the tires squeaked against the ground, and he almost forgot to put the bodyguard in the back seat.

When he parked the car and ran towards Luke's apartment on the top floor, the negative energy on Roman's body was almost bursting, and even his bodyguards only dared to keep a distance from him carefully.

"Wait here," he finished, unlocking it with the key card and entering the private elevator.

Finally, the elevator door opened, and he walked into the empty living room.

The smell of food came from the kitchen, Roman walked there, the thick carpet drowned out the sound of his footsteps.

Leaning against the kitchen doorframe, he felt the tension in his muscles dissipate.

Luke stood by the stove, singing softly as he stirred the pot of sauce.He was wearing denim shorts and a bright Hawaiian T-shirt, and his dark blonde curls were tied back by a floral hood.A pair of big headphones suppressed the curly hair, and Luke hummed something while gently shaking his hips.He looked remarkably young, remarkably attractive, remarkably ridiculous—a combination of traits that Roman didn't usually find attractive.

He couldn't move his eyes.

He walked over quietly, pushing back the clump of curls, and pressed his lips to the back of Luke's neck.

Luke froze at first, then relaxed after a while, leaning back against Roman's chest. "You're back early," he said, taking off his earphones, and was about to turn around, but Roman wouldn't let him move, and grabbed Luke's crotch with both hands, holding him in place, and sucking on his flawless skin Bruises appeared one after another, greedily sniffing his sweet fragrance, and the headache gradually subsided.

"What--how's it going?" Luke said. "I mean, a meeting?"

"Smoothly unfolded as expected," Roman replied, kissing up Luke's neck, all the way to his cheek. "Cambella is happy with the new partner I introduced him to."

Luke met his kiss, his full lips parted slightly, and his eyes seemed to be about to close. "Have you made it clear to him that the Whitford Group won't deal with a man like him?"

"Say," Roman said succinctly, stretching the collar of Luke's T-shirt open, sucking a mark on the creamy skin on his shoulder.

Luke twisted. "Stop it," he laughed hoarsely. "I have to finish the meal. I can't do it well if you throw yourself on me like this. Go and sit over there." He pushed Roman towards the chair.

Roman sat down with some reluctance. He leaned back in the chair, glanced at the steamer, and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Are you making meat dumplings?"

Note ①: manti, Russian dumpling stuffed with meat.

Luke's cheeks flushed.He shrugged pretending to be calm, and continued to stir the sauce. "I guess I fell in love with Russian food in Russia. This is not difficult to make. I'm free today, so I want to try it myself." He shrugged again.

The clumsy little liar.

The corners of Roman's mouth twitched slightly.

Luke glared at him. "Don't say it," he said, smiling with his lips curled up in embarrassment, and the dimple on his right cheek emerged.He must have known that doing these things would make his love brain look hopeless.

Roman did not comment on this.Whether it's the way Luke looks at him, how he snuggles into his arms, or how he lets Roman kiss him every chance he gets, he never expresses an opinion on those things.

If it were a slightly kind person, he would nip this sign off as soon as possible, and let Luke use his affection on someone else, someone worthy of his love.But the thought of having another man touch Luke's skin, kiss his full, sweet lips, fuck that wonderful little body... Roman clenched his fists.

He didn't have that kindness.Because no matter how vainly the boy tried to hide the obvious emotion, Roman found that all he wanted was more and more.He was so greedy that he was almost cold-blooded, he wanted to monopolize all of Luke's feelings, and he would never let him go.

"What's on your mind, tell me?" Luke said as he put a plate of delicious dishes in front of Roman, and then turned to serve himself a plate.

Roman reached out, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his lap.

Luke giggled. "No, let's eat first," he said, but wrapped his arms around Roman's neck. "You know, if it starts, we won't be able to eat. I'm hungry, and you must be, too."

Yes, he was hungry all the time.

"Cambella was the last one," Roman said.

It took Luke a while to realize what that meant. "Oh," he said, his face hardened.

His grandma's!Does this kid know how dangerous it is to hang his mood directly on his face?

"Yeah," Roman said. "Everything is taken care of, and no one will threaten you again."

Luke clasped his hands between his legs. "So... you're going to, um, leave?" The expression on his face was clear, defenseless.

There is no mistake!Roman couldn't figure out what the man sitting on his lap was doing - how could he look at him like that?

I never imagined that one day I'd see you being run around by a baby-faced British brat while you let him braid your pigtails.

What Anna said about Luke turning him around with a flick of a finger had once pissed him off—because she was right.There's no point in denying that, and there's no way to deny it, since Luke is the only reason Roman is planning to move the company's headquarters to another country.He understood why Anna was so surprised: until now, he himself couldn't quite believe what he was doing.And there are still many things he has to compromise, and this is just one of them.

Seeing the enthusiasm and anxiety on the boy's face, Roman suddenly lost the energy to care about it.

He raised a hand and tugged at a lock of curly hair behind Luke's ear. "How's your counseling going? Has it cured the problem I caused you?"

Luke leaned towards his palm, like a cuddly kitten, glared at him and said, "Stop making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you," Roman said, looking him in the eye. "I'm asking you seriously."

Luke dropped his gaze for a moment, then looked up at him with a wry smile. "I think the answer is clear enough, isn't it?" He licked his lips with his tongue. "It seems that I have a chronic disease, the kind that can't be cured."

Roman tried to ignore the tingling warmth in his heart, cleared his throat and said, "You're a fool."

Luke nodded, the corners of his mouth drooping.His eyes gleamed with uneasy water, he blinked a few times, and then buried his face in Roman's chest. "I feel so silly," he whispered. "I never really wanted this to happen. I didn't want to be with you. Even before I met you, the men I found were not very good. And you are the worst one, but I I've never been so deep." He choked his voice hoarsely and said, "What the hell is wrong with me?"

If Roman had been that kind, he'd have told Luke to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with him, that he was still young, and that he'd have time to meet a good man worthy of his love.

However, as far as he knows so far, there is no man in this world who is good enough to lick this little baby's shoes.There are selfish bastards like him everywhere, at least this bastard Roman has the ability to protect and take good care of him.

"You asked me if I was leaving," Roman said, running his fingers through Luke's hair.He has absolutely no resistance to this curly hair. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

Luke looked up, frowning at him. "What does it matter if I think about it or not?" There was confusion and disbelief in his tone, and Roman suddenly felt an urge to kill everyone who made Luke show that look.

"You asked the wrong question," Roman said, gazing into Luke's eyes, speaking clearly and without embellishment. "You should ask yourself if you want me to stay. You and I both know that I am not a good person. A man like me can't get along with a man like you. If you have any brains, you should talk to me. I snapped it all, curly." He chuckled, brushing his thumb across Luke's forehead. "Before it's too late. Because once you're mine, you're mine alone." He inhaled and exhaled slowly. "I already consider you my property in my heart, but I feel—I feel now that I still have the will to stop seeing you." Maybe. "But if you choose to be mine, that's the end. Even if your perfect good man shows up, you'll still be mine." I'm not bluffing by killing that man. "So think about it. You're in charge, not me."

Luke's eyes widened, and there was confusion and disbelief in those eyes, and something extra bright and warm about them.

Finally, a smile slowly formed on his lips. "I'd love to say I want to be your guy," he said. "It's just that I already belong to you."

Roman didn't know whether to laugh or curse.

"You're a fool," he repeated, cupping the boy's little heart-shaped face in his hands.

"Maybe, but I don't care," Luke said, turning to kiss Roman's palm. "I want to be happy, and you can make me happy."

Go to his supper, eat it later and you won't die.

"I will." Roman kissed Luke on the lips, stood up, and walked towards the bedroom with him in his arms.

He wants to make a boy happy.