Porsche stood in the middle of the luxurious room, his hands protectively cradling his baby bump, where his unborn twins finally rested after having their cravings for sushi satisfied.

Today was the first time since he became pregnant that he had eaten to his heart’s content—a meal impossibly indulgent and serene in comparison to the chaos of the months prior.

The past few months had been hellish, to say the least. Porsche had endured hunger, heartache, and endless nights of tears for the sake of his babies. He once earned millions in his acting career, a man who was admired by many.

Yet, he was reduced to sleeping on the floor, eating scraps, and sacrificing even the bare minimum for himself to keep his bedridden grandmother and hidden brother safe. All of this orchestrated by his cruel stepmother, who had blackmailed him and stripped him of his dignity and livelihood.

His body still remembered the ache of sleeping on cold, hard floors and the relentless exhaustion of being dragged to work in his family-owned restaurant without a single cent of compensation.

It was a life of servitude and struggle, all while his unborn children and family depended on him. The physical and emotional toll made him curse the man he believed was the root of his torment.

Kinn. The very name brought a storm of emotions into Porsche’s heart. He hated Kinn for all the pain he inflicted, for stealing Porsche’s freedom and his body, and for the cruel acts that left Porsche feeling powerless and violated.

Kinn had been the one who locked him away, treated him as a possession, and branded him with the scars of betrayal. The doctors had once said it was a miracle his unborn twins survived at all, given the trauma Porsche had endured.

But the same Kinn had saved him. Despite all his flaws and all the hatred Porsche had built within himself, Kinn had come back for him, rescuing his little brother and freeing him from the vile clutches of his stepmother.

And now Kinn was here, begging for forgiveness, seeking redemption, and promising a new beginning. It was an offer Porsche wasn’t sure he could trust completely—not after everything that had passed between them.

The clock on the lavish wall ticked softly, displaying the time: 11:15 PM. Porsche sighed. His current reality felt surreal. Just this morning, he had woken up with his back aching after another night on the cold floor.

He had dragged himself to a doctor to check on his babies, despite knowing he barely had enough money for the visit. The doctor’s cold indifference stung him even more than his stepmother’s cruel negligence.

But everything had changed abruptly. By evening, he had been taken—no, kidnapped—by Kinn and brought to this luxurious suite. The opulent bed, the elegant furniture, the comfort and warmth of it all felt overwhelming.

And Kinn… Kinn, the heir to the powerful Theerapanyakul family, had cried for him. He had knelt and begged for Porsche’s forgiveness. The image of Kinn’s tear-streaked face burned into Porsche’s mind, equal parts amusing and haunting.

“If only I could’ve recorded that moment,” Porsche thought with a smirk, a fleeting hint of mischief returning to his weary expression. “I could’ve shown it to the babies when they’re older and said, ‘Look at this! The mighty Kinn actually begged for me!’”

But his smirk faded as the uncertainty of the present weighed on him again. He turned his gaze to the large bed at the center of the room, his nerves heightening.

Would they share that bed tonight? It had been so long since he had been near Kinn in such an intimate space. The thought made his heart race, part nervousness, part something else he couldn’t quite name. He looked toward the closed door anxiously, waiting for Kinn to reappear.

The man had excused himself earlier, mentioning he would let Porsche clean up first and use the guards’ washroom to make sure Porsche was comfortable.

Yet, Kinn’s thoughtfulness didn’t erase Porsche’s worries. “That idiot,” Porsche muttered under his breath, glancing at his modest belongings.

“He didn’t even think about what I’d wear afterwards. Sure, there’s the bathrobe, but…” Memories of Kinn’s past lustful gazes, whenever he wore a bathrobe, flooded Porsche’s mind, making his cheeks flush deeply.

The door suddenly opened, catching Porsche off guard.

“Love! Didn’t you wash up yet?” Kinn’s voice broke through his thoughts, making Porsche jump slightly in place.

He snapped his gaze toward Kinn, who stood there with his usual confident smirk, softened slightly by an unmistakable tenderness in his eyes.

Porsche glanced down at his worn-out clothes that clung uncomfortably to his growing belly.

“Ah… Kinn, I don’t have any clothes to wear,” he murmured, resting his hands on his baby bump.

The tattered shirt he wore felt suffocating, stretched tightly against his midsection at five months pregnant. With months still to go, he was certain his stepmother wouldn’t have cared enough to help him—not that she ever had.

Kinn’s eyes softened as he watched Porsche, who stood there pouting like an adorable kitten. The sight tugged at his heart, stirring both affection and guilt.

Kinn had noticed the ill-fitting clothes the moment he saw Porsche, and it infuriated him. The idea that Porsche—his Porsche—had been left to fend for himself in such conditions made his blood boil. He silently vowed to burn every piece of clothing that reminded him of Porsche’s suffering and replace them with soft, comfortable maternity wear fit for royalty.

“I’m sorry, love,” Kinn said gently, stepping closer.

“I have some of your clothes in my suitcase, but with our babies growing, I don’t think they’ll fit you anymore.”

Porsche’s eyes widened with surprise. “What? You… you have my clothes?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity. The idea made his chest flutter with unspoken emotions.

Kinn chuckled, his voice laced with tenderness. “I missed you, love. So much that these past months, wherever I went… I carried some of your old clothes with me. It made me feel closer to you.”

Hearing those words, Porsche’s lips curved into a small smile. He wasn’t sure why, but the thought of Kinn clinging to small pieces of him during their time apart felt both peculiar and comforting.

“But,” Kinn continued, his hand gently brushing over Porsche’s baby bump, “I was hoping to take you shopping tomorrow. You need clothes that are comfortable now, love. These,” he gestured to the tattered shirt, “are not doing you or our babies any favours.”

Porsche nodded, his pout returning. “But what am I going to wear after I shower?” he asked, his lips pressing together in a soft protest.

“How about you wear something of mine?” Kinn offered.

He led Porsche toward the large, luxurious wardrobe nearby and opened it, revealing impeccably organized rows of fine clothing.

“You can pick whatever you want,” Kinn said warmly, guiding Porsche closer.

The moment the wardrobe opened, Porsche inhaled deeply. The familiar, rich scent of Kinn’s cologne drifted toward him—calm, soothing, with a hint of sandalwood. It was intoxicating, a scent that exuded both power and comfort, and Porsche found himself momentarily dazed.

Of course, the heir to the Theerapanyakul family had more than just wealth; even his scent spoke of unspoken riches.

“Is it… okay?” Porsche’s voice was soft as he glanced back at Kinn.

“Baby,” Kinn said, his gaze filled with nothing but affection, “whatever is mine is yours. Please, don’t overthink it. Pick whatever makes you comfortable.”

The words made Porsche’s heart warm. He turned back to the collection of casual and formal wear. Finally, his eyes landed on a silk shirt—soft, luxurious, and loose enough to accommodate his bump.

Porsche reached for it hesitantly, his fingers brushing against the cool fabric. Before he could ask anything, Kinn spoke again.

“If you like it, take it, love,” Kinn said with a knowing smile.

“It’s not the first time you’ve worn my shirts. In fact,” he added with a smirk, “don’t forget how you used to go to bed wearing nothing but my shirts.”

The memory hit Porsche like a lightning bolt, and his face flushed a deep shade of red. “You pervert,” he muttered, his voice laced with embarrassment.

“Your pervert,” Kinn whispered back, leaning close to his ear with a teasing grin.

Porsche bit his lip, too shy and flustered to respond. He quickly plucked the shirt and a pair of shorts from the wardrobe. His gaze darted toward the neatly folded underwear, and his face turned crimson again as he hesitated.

“Take whatever you want, love,” Kinn reassured, pretending not to notice Porsche’s timid glance.

Kinn knew full well his boxers would be way too big on Porsche but said nothing. The thought of Porsche in his clothes sent a wave of happiness through him that he didn’t bother hiding.

Grabbing what he needed in a hurry, Porsche bolted for the washroom, leaving Kinn standing alone in the room. As the door clicked shut, Kinn smiled softly to himself, remembering the way Porsche had pouted and blushed.

It had been so long since he’d seen his love’s playful antics, and even in these small moments, they brought unparalleled joy to his heart.

Almost an hour later, Porsche finally emerged from the washroom, his skin glowing and his hair slightly damp from the shower. He had taken full advantage of the branded items available—shampoo, body wash, lotions, everything.

If Kinn had claimed that what was his belonged to Porsche, then Porsche wasn’t about to hold back. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt clean, refreshed, and spoiled. The branded body lotion left his skin soft, and the shampoo’s luxurious scent lingered around him, wrapping him in a sense of newfound comfort.

Porsche smiled faintly to himself as he stepped toward the bed, but the real struggle had begun the moment he started getting dressed. Kinn’s silk shirt, large and loose, was blissfully comfortable.

The soft fabric cascaded past his thighs, making him feel cozy in a way he hadn’t felt for months. But when it came to Kinn’s boxers and the shorts, it was an entirely different story.

The boxers were far too large, practically slipping off his waist, and the shorts weren’t faring any better. He had to hold the waistband tightly the entire time to keep them from falling. By the time he gave up and walked out of the washroom, he was only wearing the oversized shirt and the boxers underneath, the shorts abandoned in defeat.

As Porsche stepped into the room, his cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. His hands instinctively tugged at the hem of the shirt, though it already covered him adequately. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and unsure of how Kinn would react to his disheveled appearance.

Kinn, who had been lounging on the couch scrolling through his phone, looked up when he heard the soft sound of Porsche’s footsteps. His gaze softened the moment it landed on Porsche, his lips tugging into a tender smile as he took in the sight of him.

"There you are, love," Kinn said warmly, setting his phone aside as he stood and walked toward Porsche. "You look so fresh and cozy."

"Ugh," Porsche muttered, still tugging at the hem of the shirt. "The shorts didn’t fit. I couldn’t keep them up," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"I—uh—I look ridiculous."

Kinn let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer until he was standing right in front of Porsche. He reached out, his fingers brushing gently under Porsche’s chin to tilt his face up.

"You look perfect," Kinn said sincerely, his voice carrying a warmth that made Porsche’s heart flutter. "You don’t need to hide anything from me. You forget, love—I’ve seen everything already."

Porsche’s blush deepened, and Kinn couldn’t help but find the sight adorable.

"You… You’re shameless," Porsche mumbled, attempting weakly to push Kinn away, but Kinn only chuckled again, catching Porsche’s wrists gently in his hands.

"Shameless for you, my love," Kinn teased, leaning in slightly. "Now stop being embarrassed. You’re beautiful, Porsche—always."

Porsche’s lips twitched, fighting the urge to smile at Kinn’s words. He hated how easily Kinn’s sweet talk worked on him, but it did. With a small sigh, he mumbled, "Fine. But only because I’m too tired to argue with you."

Kinn grinned, releasing Porsche’s wrists before stepping back slightly. "Come on, let’s get you comfortable," he said, guiding Porsche toward the bed. "You deserve to relax after the day you’ve had."

Kinn guided Porsche toward the bed with a gentle hand on the small of his back, the expansive silk sheets tempting Porsche with promises of comfort and safety. But as they neared the bed, Porsche found his feet glued to the polished floor. His heart pounded, not from physical exhaustion, but from fear—fear that this peace, this moment of warmth, would shatter like a fragile dream.

His chest ached, and his hands instinctively tightened their grip on his oversized shirt. He struggled to get the words out, chewing on his lower lip as his mind spiraled.

"What if I wake up and this is all gone?" his thoughts screamed. "What if I wake up and I’m back on the cold floor at my stepmother’s house? What if Kinn disappears?"

Kinn noticed Porsche’s hesitation immediately. He frowned slightly, his expression softening as he turned to face Porsche, searching for the reason behind it.

"Love," Kinn started gently, "you don’t need to push yourself if you’re not comfortable. I can take the sofa if it makes you feel better."

Porsche’s eyes widened at Kinn’s misunderstanding, and he hurriedly shook his head.

"No!"

Porsche blurted, his voice trembling. "No, it’s not that. It’s just…" His voice faltered, and he looked down, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"It’s just that I’m scared, Kinn. Scared that I’ll wake up and… and all of this will be gone. You’ll be gone. I’ll wake up back at her house, feeling helpless and alone again."

Kinn’s heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in Porsche’s words. He stepped closer, taking both of Porsche’s hands in his own, his touch firm yet reassuring.

"Look at me, love," Kinn said softly, his voice radiating warmth. Porsche hesitated for a moment before lifting his gaze, meeting Kinn’s steady, determined eyes.

"This isn’t a dream," Kinn said with conviction, his thumbs gently brushing over Porsche’s knuckles.

"I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now, Porsche. You and our babies—you're not alone anymore."

Porsche’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as Kinn’s words washed over him, soothing the storm of doubt and fear in his heart. Kinn guided him to the bed once more and, despite the lingering hesitance, Porsche allowed himself to be led.

Kinn pulled the blankets back, motioning for Porsche to get comfortable.

"Come on, love. You need to rest," Kinn said, his tone as gentle as a lullaby.

Still trembling slightly, Porsche finally climbed into the plush bed, sinking into the soft mattress as his body began to relax. Kinn moved to the other side and slipped into bed beside him, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Once settled, he turned to Porsche and extended an arm, silently asking for permission.

Porsche hesitated only for a moment before shuffling closer. Kinn wrapped his arm around Porsche’s waist, resting his hand protectively over Porsche’s baby bump. The warmth of Kinn’s embrace surrounded him, grounding him in the present.

"When you open your eyes again," Kinn whispered, his voice tinged with unwavering sincerity, "I’ll be right here. I’ll always be right here."

Porsche let out a shaky breath, his tears finally spilling as he buried his face against Kinn’s chest. The sound of Kinn’s steady heartbeat soothed him like a lullaby, and for the first time in months, he felt safe enough to let his guard down.

Porsche’s hand rested over Kinn’s, pressing gently against his bump as if to share the promise with their unborn children.

"Okay," Porsche whispered, his voice wavering but resolute. "Okay."

And with that, Kinn held Porsche close, stroking his back gently as the tension slowly melted from his body. Porsche’s breathing evened out, and soon, he drifted off to sleep, cocooned in warmth and security.

Kinn watched him for a while, his own heart swelling with a fierce sense of protection. Whatever it took, whatever battles lay ahead—Kinn vowed to keep Porsche and their family safe, no matter what.