"And the sweet little angel couldn't take his eyes off the demon."
Boss rested his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand to stare at him almost sketching a faint smile as he watched him eat. Boss was not the sentimental, sensitive type. He had always grown up under the shadow of his cousins, protecting his younger brother in a family that always pointed the finger at him, he never knew his reasons, no one or his father ever wanted to give them to him and he grew up always looking for recognition even in the smallest detail, but he could never live up to it.
The blows and insults of his father were daily bread as he grew up, worsening during his adolescence, he learned to fake a smile and not to cry or show any feelings in front of his father, he learned to silence his wounds and lick them in secret. His refuge were books, although Boss lacked sensitivity he was devoted to reading, he knew about economics and that allowed him to manage his own company and do his own business, but still none of that was enough for his father, who insistently fed his hatred towards the family of his closest cousin.
He forced him to give up his dreams, to fight for a succession that by inheritance did not correspond to him, while behind his father's back he read books that expanded his mind, but did not feed his heart. When he came of age he bought a villa, a residence in a rural area surrounded by a lake, a place he always kept hidden from his father. Then he bought an apartment in the middle of the city where he sheltered his brother so that he could grow up far from the blows of his despicable father.
And even when he hated him, he wanted to be valued, he wanted to be looked at with love, with recognition, but he never got it. Boss' bodyguards were witnesses of the insistent beatings he received, a black eye here, a broken arm there, that's how Boss learned to be cruel and torturer, he had learned from the best.
His father took away everything Boss loved, dreams, pets and replaced them with pain, torture and beatings. Boss never smiled at anyone ever, not even at his brother, but he had smiled at Kahn, he was sure it had been a genuine smile, not a falsely learned one.
Kahn ate piece by piece tasting everything on the table, Boss approached and with his thumb wiped the corner of Kahn's lips, but Kahn reacted violently jumping out of the chair in an instant and moving away from him, Boss shrugged his shoulders "I'm not going to hurt you, relax" were the words he heard coming out of his mouth, but Kahn didn't believe him, he let his guard down without realizing it and reacted like a cat bristling in front of him.
Boss looked at him somewhat annoyed, and every cell of Kahn's body panicked, remembering the pain of before, and immediately like an obedient little animal Kahn got on his knees bending his eyes, he hoped Boss wouldn't punish him, while he saw his whole body trembling in despair. But this action only made him even angrier, he had shown him compassion, he had set him free and yet he still didn't believe him. Boss in anger jumped to his feet and grabbing him by the hair dragged him into the room throwing him against the marquise on the bed, his back whipped against the wood and a trickle of blood flowed from his lips, Boss took the handcuffs and tightened the shackles to his wrists again, then as he touched his hands he realized, his skin was trembling, his whole body was shaking with fear.
Boss kicked the bed walking his hands over his hair grumbling, Kahn at the sound of his shoe against the bed with a jump escaped to a corner of the room and stayed there hugging his legs, until at one point he ended up vomiting everything he had eaten out of fear. Boss looked up and his countenance immediately changed, his eyes were no longer dark and gloomy, but Kahn was afraid of him, he was already conditioned, Boss knew that Kahn did not believe any word that came out of his mouth, they had never had a decent conversation.
Boss disappeared from the room and returned with toiletries "can you go and wash up please" he asked, Kahn looked up at him and noticed on his face some embarrassment, Kahn silently obeyed, he stood up and leaning on the wall he walked painfully to the bathroom.
Boss watched him out of the corner of his eye as he wiped the floor, he watched as he tried to see his back through the mirror from the blow he had taken against the marquise, but he couldn't get his shirt off properly, it hurt to stretch his arms. Boss stopped what he was doing and approached the entrance "I'm sorry" he said leaning against the edge of the door "Kahn locked his eyes on his, but immediately turned to the mirror to wipe off the blood, Boss insisted "may I?" Kahn turned to look at him again but shook his head. Boss knew that being a good person wouldn't do him any good, even he himself didn't understand why he was moved by him.
Boss rolled over and lay down on the bed turning his back to whatever kahn was trying to do, Boss fell asleep, until he felt someone moving him by the shoulders, when he opened his eyes he saw kahn holding the first aid box. Boss sat on the bed while Kahn placed the box on his legs, Boss put the box aside and removed the handcuffs, Kahn tried to stretch his arms to take off his shirt, but winced in pain before he could lift his arms, Boss helped him take off his shirt more carefully and he lay face down on the bed.
Kahn let out a slight moan as Boss applied the cold ointment to his back and stared at him, all those wounds he had inflicted, he laid his hands on him spreading the cream over the wounds, not long ago the doctors had visited him and in a couple of hours he had already hurt him again. his fingers traveled tracing the outline of each wound.
The contact with Boss that he hated so much this time he felt different, his fingers walking along his back somehow he didn't hate it, he felt Boss's huge hands on his small body, running over him, they weren't rough, they were soft as silk, then he felt some lips resting on his shoulder, his eyes opened wide in surprise, but Boss immediately moved away also surprised at what he had done. Kahn turned Boss picked up the first aid box and carried it back to the bathroom avoiding Kahn's gaze.
When he returned, Kahn was waiting for him with his hands outstretched showing his wrists for him to put the handcuffs back on, Boss reached over and wanted to touch his hands, but couldn't, he just silently took him prisoner again, Kahn stood up and went back to his corner, Boss lay down on the bed with his back to him.
By the time Kahn fell asleep, Boss had been pretending to sleep, he got up and found him lying against the wall, he bent down and took him in his arms, instinctively Kahn wrapped his arms around Boss's neck as he carried him back to the bed, laid him down and covered him with the sheets, as he snuggled in.