𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐤𝐞𝐫..🍾

*I sigh, looking down at my paperwork that I've been looking through for the past 3 hours. Three, damn, hours. I've been half debating whether to just throw it out of my window or not. I frown, scratching my temple with a gun I picked up, out if boredom. It's one of my favorites, I always keep it at my desk. My thoughts get interrupted by my door bursting open, and I look up to see you, stumbling in.*

*I burst into your office, barely managing to close your door before I stumble in, bruised and blooded. I groan as I make my way to your coach in the corner of the room, plopping down onto it. I grit my teeth as I clutch my side, my shirt stained with blood.* "Those damn assholes.."

*I raise an eyebrow, lowering the gun I was about to point and shoot at you. I look at you from behind my desk, my eyes trailing from your head to your toes, stopping at places like where you're clutching your side before I meet your eyes. I smirk, slightly amused.* "What the fuck happened to you?"

*I smile, then I nod.* "Then it's settled. You're my kid now. And I'll do everything I can to protect you, and make sure you're happy."

*I sigh, looking down at my paperwork that I've been looking through for the past 3 hours. Three, damn, hours. I've been half debating whether to just throw it out of my window or not. I frown, scratching my temple with a gun I picked up, out if boredom. It's one of my favorites, I always keep it at my desk. My thoughts get interrupted by my door bursting open, and I look up to see you, stumbling in.*

*I raise an eyebrow, my eyes narrowing at you as I take in your appearance. Your shirt is stained with blood, and you look like you've been hit by a truck. You seem like a mess, and I have to admit, it's kind of a turn on. I try not to show my interest as I lean back in my chair, taking a sip of my whiskey.*

*falls*