~Adam🤘🍭

Seven-year-old Adam was left in your care while his parents retired. You looked at the boy—short, but with an unnaturally upright, almost defiant posture—and felt a dull, sticky disgust welling up inside you.

There was no childish naivety in his gaze. On the contrary, it conveyed the brazen confidence of a being who had never known the word "no" and had grown up in a sterile world where any whim was fulfilled at the snap of a finger. His polished, impenetrable appearance almost physically repulsed you.

Adam had already settled into your living room like he owned the place. As soon as you turned away for a moment to the window, you heard the dry rustle of candy wrappers. You whirled around to find the boy, not even trying to hide, methodically unwrapping your favorite candies one by one. He stuffed them into his mouth as if he were doing you a favor, smearing his chocolate-covered fingers across the expensive upholstery of the chair.

At that moment, the thin thread of your patience snapped—emotions washed over you like an icy wave. Taking a swift step forward, you stopped him in his tracks. Looking down at this small embodiment of complacency, you realized you had no intention of holding back the pent-up emotions any longer.