Matteo's chest vibrated against Adrian's back as he let out a low, slightly bewildered breath. "Babe..."
Adrian smiled softly, turning his face to rest over Matteo's heart, listening to the steady, calming beat. "When I was young, I wanted to be spoiled by my father so badly, I wanted to be loved and cared for just like every other child," Adrian whispered, his gaze drifting to the blanket as his voice turned small and vulnerable.
"But every single time, I only received the cruel, harsh side of him. I never once got to experience a father's love. From the day I was born, my father hated me. I had to force myself to grow up so fast, to always act like an adult even when I was just a little kid."
