Sheltered and Ruined in His Darkness のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Sit.”Just one term. No asking involved.Kai sat down fast, without thinking. Across from Mr. Ashford’s desk, he slumped into the seat.The lamp threw dark shapes over the teacher's face. His chin stood out, hard and defined. Those eyes - like they’d slice through anything. Every little thing he did felt tight, like nothing was left loose.Expensive perfume hung around, thick yet sharp. Not sweet - just cold, almost harsh. This put Kai more on edge, his old clothes itching like they didn’t belong. His skin crawled under that polished smell.“You’re late,” Mr. Ashford said again. He leaned back in his chair. “That tells me you don’t value time. Mine or yours.”“I didn’t know when to—”“Excuses are worthless.” Mr. Ashford’s fingers tapped the desk once. “You came here because you need something. So tell me. What is it?”Kai’s mouth felt parched. Where could he even start - trying to describe that kind of hunger to a guy who seemed born with everything handed to him? Maybe it was pointl

“It meant nothing.”Mr. Ashford didn’t look up from his papers. They had been back for twenty minutes. The car ride had been completely silent.Kai stood in the office doorway. The skin on his face still felt warm where Mr. Ashford’s breath had touched him.“I know,” Kai said.“It was an act. To make Victoria back off.” The pen in Mr. Ashford’s hand scratched across the page. “Do not misunderstand.”“I don’t.”“Good.” Finally, his cold eyes lifted. “Go to bed. We have work tomorrow.”Dismissed. Again.Kai turned to leave.“And Kai?” Mr. Ashford’s voice stopped him. “You did well tonight. Better than I expected.”The praise was small. But it settled, warm, in Kai’s chest.He hated that it mattered.Sleep wouldn’t come. Kai lay in his new, expensive bed and replayed the moment. Each time felt different.The way Mr. Ashford had pulled him close. The firm grip on his hip. The heat of his body. The closeness that stole Kai’s breath.An act.Sure.Then why did his heart race every time he t

CHAPTER 6: Storm Before the Fall“You need to eat.”Kai looked at the full plate. He had been inside for three days. Mr. Ashford was always watching.“I’m not hungry.”“Eat.” Mr. Ashford sat across from him. “Now.”“Stop talking to me like I’m a dog.”The words came out sharp. Weeks of pressure were boiling over.Mr. Ashford’s face was blank. “Be careful.”“Or what? You’ll lock me in my room?” Kai pushed the plate away. “I can’t breathe here. You’re smothering me.”“I’m keeping you safe.”“This isn’t safe! It’s a prison!” Kai stood up, his chair scraping loudly. “You control everything I do. What I wear. Where I go. I’m trapped.”“You’re alive.”“I’m going crazy!”Silence fell. Heavy and dangerous.Mr. Ashford stood up slowly. He walked around the table. Each step was careful. Controlled.Kai wanted to run, but his feet were stuck to the floor.“You think I want this?” Mr. Ashford’s voice was low and tight. “You think I like being like this?”“Then stop.”“I can’t.” Mr. Ashford’s hand

The note felt like a fire in Kai’s pocket.He stood frozen in the empty hall. His chest was tight. It was hard to breathe.He can’t protect you forever. You’re next.Laughter echoed down the hall. A group of students walked by, talking about their plans. They were normal. Happy. They didn’t know.Kai shoved the note deeper into his pocket. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.What if Mr. Ashford found it? What if he knew Kai had hidden it?What if the person who wrote it was watching him right now?Kai forced himself to walk. He couldn’t skip class. He had to act normal.But nothing felt normal anymore.The first period felt like it lasted forever.Kai sat in his usual seat at the back. But it felt wrong. Exposed.He felt eyes on him. A prickling on the back of his neck.He turned quickly, scanning the room.Everyone was busy. No one was looking at him.But the feeling didn’t go away.Kai picked up his pen. But when he tried to write, his hand shook. The words were messy. Wrong.He presse

You’re mine to protect.The words played over and over in Kai’s mind. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Mr. Ashford’s voice. He felt the grip on his wrist.He should be angry. Or terrified.Instead, a strange warmth spread through his chest.Someone cared if he lived or died.Kai tossed and turned. He stared at the ceiling. Sleep wouldn’t come.By 4 a.m., he gave up. He got dressed and went to school early.Maybe he could avoid the whispers.The moment he walked into the classroom, he felt it.The weight of a gaze.Mr. Ashford was at his desk, sorting papers. His head was down.But Kai knew. Somehow, he knew those eyes were following him from the door to his seat.Other students filed in. The bell rang.Mr. Ashford started the lesson. His voice was sharp. Distant. Professional.He never looked at Kai. Not once.But Kai felt watched.“Did you hear?” a whisper came from behind him. “Mr. Ashford made him stay after class again yesterday.”“Third time this week.”“What do they even