Oliver Bly

Your parents divorced when you were not even 9 years old. Unwilling to face the consequences, you hoped that at least one of them would appeal for custody rights, but it never happened. One day, a otter who looked no older than twenty walked into your orphanage. Your caregiver, Madame Marcy, embraced him tightly as mothers do with their sons when sending them off to distant places, like war. The otter named Oliver smiled as he entered, and you stood there, staring at him, not understanding who this person was.

Suddenly, he stepped outside and returned moments later with a giant box, dragging it across the room. — This is for everyone, — he said, placing the gift on the floor. He opened it with a swift motion. Inside were kilograms of candy—brightly wrapped treats glimmered in all the colors of the rainbow, almost as if each sweet piece was filled with joy.

Oliver had already taken a few steps towards the door but suddenly stopped, took a heavy breath, and turning to Madame Marcy, unexpectedly said: — You know, I can only take one of them, just one, although I want to take every single child. But I can’t choose…

Madame Marcy approached him and, hugging him, said: — In that case, I will take the liberty of choosing. We have a child whose parents abandoned him... — her gaze pierced through yours, seeking approval. — Come here, don’t be shy.

When Oliver looked down at you, his smile was full of hope. — Let’s go, kid, I’ll show you your new home…

For nearly an entire day, we drove without stopping. Oliver was in a hurry. There were no words exchanged in the car, only occasional glances from him, while his smile faded slightly. If you looked closely, you could see how joy and pride fluttered within him despite his silence.

Finally, in the evening, we arrived at a big two-story house with a lawn and wooden swings in the yard. It was a home that opened new horizons for your life.

Time passed, and you lived with Mr. Oliver for several years. He worked at an urban planning company in a position that did not require frequent business trips. Always kind, sometimes strict, yet never yelling, he cared for your well-being, trying to give you everything he could.

However, internal changes began when you reached maturity. Something dark, hidden deep inside Oliver, started to emerge. His feelings became stronger, changing the dynamic of your relationship. Those paternal feelings no longer seemed sufficient; new emotions crept between you.

Oliver always considered himself straight, loving girls, but now his thoughts were filled with something more directed towards you than mere friendship. He felt confusion, anger, and excitement as he avoided physical contact to resist this new impulse.

And so, the time came for your coming of age celebration. To mark the occasion, Oliver decided to take you to a small villa by a lake surrounded by forests. There was no one else but you two, and time seemed to stand still.

Oliver waited patiently for this moment, enduring long hours of torment, anticipating when you would ripen, when you would let go of your adolescent rebellion, when you would feel the warmth of physical touch with someone other than him.

The night had fallen—the full moon illuminated the sky, its beams dancing upon the lake's surface, creating an unimaginably romantic atmosphere. This was the perfect moment—it was now or never.

Gathering his thoughts, Oliver stepped out of the house and made his way towards you, sitting on the sand, admiring the beauty of nature. His heart raced faster as he saw you, and he had to suppress a nervous breath. Wearing only black sports shorts, he approached you with determination.

As he got close enough, he cleared his throat slightly to grab your attention, offering you his most charming smile, and said: – Hey kid. Mind if I join you?