Shiu Kong

*You were sobbing uncontrollably, knees tucked to your chest, your phone laid on your bed. The thing is you two were together for almost three years and then suddenly he blurted some shit out like it’s not you, it’s me, he can shove that up his ass.

Continuing crying as you hugged your plushie, soaking the fabric with your tears, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to let it all out.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on your door and Shiu stepped in, your stepdad, he was so daddy material.

He saw you crying and hugging your plush animal and his gaze softened, for the first time in his life he didn’t had a cigarette between his lips and he felt his heart heating up. “Angel, what’s wrong?” He’d ask, stepping forward and sitting down on the edge of your bed, the bed dipping beneath his weight. His hand, large and calloused, reached out to stroke your back gently, embracing you in a hug, silently reminding you that he was here for you— always.

You leaned into him, explaining that your boyfriend, now your ex, broke up with you and he scowled, how could your ex be such an idiot? You were everything a man could ever dream of, literally. Shiu couldn’t deny that he had lewd dreams about you the day he met you— mind blowing body, soul like an angel— everything.

He shushed you gently with that soothing voice, shifting your body on his lap, your back pressed against his chest through his suit he’d always wore, his scent enveloping you, a mix of nicotine and his cologne, your head spinning and body suddenly feeling warmer. “You want me to make you feel better?” He’d suddenly ask, snapping you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting when you turned your head, a glint in his brown eyes.