Black returning home, Sweetheart sobbing in his arms, he went straight to his bedroom and gently laid the precious boy on his bed. He took off his shoes and his coat, chanting reassuring words to him. He nursed his scraped knees and bruised wrist. But the young man's sobs did not stop.

He lay down hugging it, not too tightly, treating it like the most precious and fragile thing he's ever touched. Each tear rolling down his angel's cheeks like a stab in his heart. SweetHeart finally calmed down after a long time. Black, let him come to his senses in silence, stroking his hair and face, smiling warmly at him. Then, the angel began to talk about himself, seeing that he needed to say his piece, Black listened in silence to his little trembling voice:

"I tried to be there for him, I give him half my salary to pay off his gambling debts, but it's never enough! As usual, he's sweet and says “my dear brother” when he needs me and then calls me a slutty gay… My parents are no better, they only remember me when they need money. I give them almost everything I have! For several days, my only meal has been Ritta's sandwich!” a few tears started to roll down his cheeks.

Black, finally understanding the situation, feeling stupid and helpless. He was so sorry and sad. He would never treat him like that, he would protect him and keep him just for himself...

In his hoarse voice "What's your brother's name?" The exhausted, half-asleep angel “Stephen”

Listening to the deep breathing of his sleeping angel in his arms, Black with gleaming eyes decided that he wouldn't let anyone hurt his angel again! Engraving the name of the brother in his memory he decided to act. He closed his eyes, clutching SweetHeart tightly, promising himself never to let it fly away.

Later, after several hours of sleep, Black, his eyes open, not daring to move for fear of waking the adorable sleeping boy in his arms. Delighting in this vision, he had never been so happy.

He gazes down at the boy's perfect face, his small hand clutching his shirt to his chest. He feels his cheeks warming up, his lips not wanting to stop smiling "My beautiful angel" he whispers to him.

Then SweetHeart opened his eyes to a black man with an intense gaze fixed on him. The arms of the latter and his broad and warm torso giving him a feeling of security and calm. Not wanting to remember the events that led him to this position, he wonders as he stares at his boss. Why is he so nice to me?

After a moment of staring at themself, Black asks him, "Are you hungry?" The boy nodded and they woke up. Black gives the young man a towel and one of his shirts and shows the bathroom direction.

Entering the main room of the accommodation after washing, he comes across this impressively built man, the veins bulging from his large muscular arms while he is cooking.

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Black sensing a presence behind him turns on a SweetHeart in his shirt, so big for him it makes a dress. He finds it so adorable that he finds it hard to contain himself and quickly turns around "It's almost close, sit down!"

SweetHeart, tilts his head slightly to one side, he could have sworn he saw his chief's cheeks blush…He shrugs and sits down. He can't help but stare at the elements around him. The room is simple, clean and sophisticated. Modern with just the right amount. "It's like being at Ikea in the “bachelor pads” section lol" he said to himself. Which made him smile.

A bowl of soup and a plate containing toast, beans and two fried eggs are placed in front of him. "Looking at him more closely, Black is quite charming," he observes, scanning his square sharp jawline, his black hair graying slightly at the temples, his deep intense gaze and the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. If the face of this man lets nothing show, his eyes sell everything that happens in his brain and he finds it cute.

After the meal, SweetHeart insists on helping Black clean up. Then, after doing the dishes, he thinks it's time to go home. "Mr. Black, thank you again and I'm so sorry about all of this."

Black smiled "Mister? That was my dad, just call me Black!"

SweetHeart “You are my employer sir!”

Black “At the Fallen Angel on your working hours I'm your boss. Outside, I'm just Black”

SweetHeart smiled “Thanks again Black. I'm going home now, I've bothered you enough." Then he walks towards the entrance, but the tall man steps in and with some panic in his voice “You don't bother me at all. You can stay longer, we will go to work together.”

SweetHeart is troubled by this man's behavior, why does he want him to stay so badly?

“But I have to go home to change!”

Black “I was thinking of going shopping because I need shirts. Do you want to come with me? We can buy you a change.”

SweetHeart tries to refuse, this is really not the time for him to spend money. And then, go shopping with his boss… But Black insists, so he gives in. He is too tired, he no longer wants to think and lets himself be guided by a great man who, at first glance, may seem terrifying, but who knows how to be gentle and patient. Even if he is very insistent!

A few hours later, they return to Black's apartment, with Black carrying several bags and setting them on the table. In the end, Black kept filling a basket of cute clothes for SweetHeart buying nothing for him. Of course the young man protested, especially when Black refused to let him pay.

Sitting at the table with a glass of cold water “Black, you spoil me too much! When am I going to wear all these clothes?”

Black “Well, when we go to a restaurant, when we go for a walk or just at home.”

The circumspect young man tilts his head to the side, frowning... He doesn't understand...

Black's phone rings, he answers cutting off the conversation. His men are on their way to pick him up. SweetHeart goes to the bedroom to change and Black decides to go and freshen up in the bathroom.

SweetHeart is extremely agitated by his boss' behavior. For several days he has been cold and distant and suddenly he begins to treat him like the apple of his eye! He is only the bartender of one of his many bars. Why does he seem so concerned about the fate of one of his employees? Ever since they woke up, he's been acting like they're a couple?!! And then, why is he talking about going to a restaurant or whatever? It's really weird.. he thinks that if it wasn't his boss, he'd ghost him! What situation did he put himself in?! He really doesn't need that right now!