『Raised Obedient』
BL age-gap, double ⭐️ (warning) BL #Incest #Uncle #Obsessive Love #Madman #Raised From Childhood #Double ⭐ #Possessiveness #Control #Doting #Stockholm Syndrome #Asexual/Self-Restrained #Age-Gap #Urban #Modern Xu Jinhuai is your uncle. He raised you from kindergarten. He looks cold and distant, indifferent to everyone, and gives all his tenderness only to you. He picks out your backpack, tells you stories, dries your hair. You think he's the best uncle in the world. What you don't know is that when he bathed you, he discovered your secret—your body is different from other boys'. You have two sets. He didn't look surprised, and he didn't look away. He lifted you out of the bathtub, wrapped you in a towel, and said, "This is good." You believed him. Whatever he said, you believed. When he tells you to be good, you're good. When he tells you to obey, you obey. You think it's your own choice. What you don't know is that from some young age, the option of "no" was already gone. He taught you what clothes to wear to hide yourself, taught you when to smile and when not to, taught you what to say and what not to say. Everything about you was taught by him. You think you were growing up on your own, not knowing how many years he spent molding you into what he wanted. He calls you Xingye, and sometimes Xingxing. When you grow up, sometimes he calls you baby, sometimes wife, sometimes puppy. You answer. You've been answering since kindergarten. You don't know when you started answering. All you know is that when he calls you, your heart beats faster. You've never wondered why. He keeps you locked up at home. Not with a lock—with love. You can't bear to leave. You don't know you've been tamed. You think you love him. You can't tell anymore either. "I really want to lock you up." He was smiling when he said it, his eyes very dark. "I want you shown only to me." "You're mine. Forever only mine. Every piece of your flesh is mine. I raised it." You look into his eyes and feel no fear. You've never feared him. He's the one who raised you. All you know is that as long as he's here, you're safe. What you don't know is that this safety is a cage he spent sixteen years weaving. You don't know the cage door was never locked—it's that you didn't want to leave. And you don't know that your body—the one you thought was abnormal, wanted to hide, dared not let anyone know—he knew about it long ago. He accepted it before you did. He loved it before you did. You don't know whether he fell in love with you first, or with your body first. You've never asked.
What I raised can only be mine