sometimes i just write random scenes of my ocs, these scenes are inspired by a plotline in a wip but arent always added, so thats pretty much what this is!!
for some backstory, Angel is the secret boyfriend of a billionaire's son, clearly the billionaire doesn't approve, and this is what goes down during their first confrontation!
(do keep in mind that this scene is unedited, there may be typos and grammatical errors)
TW: conversation about rape, homophobia, violence.
Angel had been pulled out of a lecture and called into the dean’s office, that could mean good or bad news, he tried his best not to worry on his small journey through campus.
He took in the fresh air, choosing the outdoor route to the office, and calmed his nerves, telling himself everything would be okay, any mistakes could be explained, and if he was kicked out of the campus big brother program he would just have to cope with it.
He walked on polished hardwood floors, through trophy-filled hallways, until he reached the dean’s office, he knocked and waited for confirmation before entering.
Angel’s heart dropped into his stomach, he stopped at the doorway and stared at the man who stood behind the empty chair, where the dean should’ve been.
Angel forced a small smile, “Mr. Willow.”
“Ah,” the man smiled in return, “So you do remember me.”
It was a clear jab at Angel’s relationship with James, as if the only reason he was dating his son was because he lacked respect for him.
Angel nodded, “Would be kind of hard to forget you.”
Mr. Willow was almost 200cms, and if that was not distinguishable enough, he also had the reddest hair Angel’s ever seen.
“How sweet,” Mr. Willow mocked, “Take a seat.”
Angel shut the door behind him, it was clearly an intimidation tactic, to make himself seem taller and make Angel feel threatened and unprepared.
“I’d prefer to stand, thanks.”
When his initial tactic didn’t work, Mr. Willow approached Angel, deciding instead to scare him using the height difference between them. Angel stood still even when Mr. Willow was uncomfortably close, he looked up at the man, waiting.
“You thought you could get away with raping my son?” Mr. Willow wondered.
Once again, Angel felt he was on the verge of a panic attack. He had not done anything to James but show him love, they were in love, James would never make up something like that, Angel knew that, he trusted that.
“What are you talking about?” Angel asked, unwilling to let this shake him.
Mr. Willow clearly was not pleased with how he carried himself, he thought that one sentence would scare him, and it did not. For just a second, he scowled, but he quickly concealed it behind his usual calm expression.
“What you did to James.” Mr. Willow stated, “That was not right. He was intoxicated.”
Another dumb move, James was smart and well aware of the addiction that ran through his blood, he never drank.
“He was not.” Angel replied, feeling a lot more relaxed now.
Mr. Willow despised him, it had always been clear, and this was his own pathetic way of trying to get rid of him, but unfortunately, he didn’t know his own son well enough to be able to do it right.
James wasn’t Zachary, he wasn’t a playboy or a party animal, he was an intelligent young man with a passion for art, with a love for helping those in need.
“I know that, you know that.” Mr. Willow began, “But tell me, Acosta, if I were to go public with this, who would the court believe?”
Mr. Willow was a good talker, because he left a lot unsaid, he loved the show-don’t-tell method, because the way he looked Angel up and down spoke words that he wouldn’t dare to express verbally.
Angel caught on, this was about race, race and class.
“Hm?” Mr. Willow smiled, “You’re a smart boy, I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“Man.” Angel corrected, “And, sir, wouldn’t a sexual assault case bring shame to your son’s name?”
“It would bring empathy.” Mr. Willow insisted.
“Very little empathy.” Angel replied, “Seuxal assault and rape victims are treated like damaged goods, if you publicly accuse me of raping your son no one will focus on how he was a victim, everyone will focus on how he is weak, damaged, and gay.”
Angel, unlike his current rival, did not leave things unsaid. He was direct, and that caught people off guard, that’s where he got his power. Mr. Willow showed his feelings with his body language, turning around and taking a few steps away from Angel, he was feeling defeated, and a man with an ego as big as him would soon start throwing around empty threats.
“Is that how you view rape victims, Acosta?” Mr. Willow asked.
“No, sir.” Angel replied, “But it’s the truth for male rape victims, and you know it.”
Mr. Willow stopped, his head jerked back towards Angel, his entire body following. For just a second, Angel could see the wide eyes, the panic in his eyes, but again, he quickly concealed it.
“And why would I, of all people, know?”
He had struck a nerve with a simple sentence.
“You’re a smart and socially aware man, otherwise you wouldn’t be this rich.” Angel replied.
Mr. Willow narrowed his eyes, “So you know it takes intelligence to be like me?”
“And you know, that I would do anything to protect my sons?”
Angel shook his head, “That’s where you’re wrong, sir. You would do anything to protect your reputation, not your sons, and a gay son doesn’t fit your agenda, that’s why you called me here.”
Mr. Willow seemed impressed by the analysis, he nodded, “So you understand that you ruined my son.”
“I loosened the grip you had on him.” Angel stated.
“You don’t understand what it’s like, Acosta, to raise two sons in the public eye. Don’t try to be clever with me.” Leonardo snarled, he was getting impatient, “You leave my son alone, and I’ll leave you alone.”
Mr. Willow’s brow arched upwards, “No?”
Angel was silent, waiting to see how Mr. Willow would react to silence, and the man seemed on the verge of exploding.
“Rape isn’t all I can lie about. I will frame you, if you don’t step back, Acosta, and you’ll have no option but to go back to where you came from.” he spat.
“Sir, it feels like you missed one very important detail.”
Mr. Willow narrowed his eyes, and Angel continued.
“Unlike you, I have a loving family, I have people to support me through thick and thin,” he smiled, clearly proud, “I have people who know me, who will fight for me, and go down with me. And your son is one of them.”
“My son was brainwashed, James is not gay, you made him gay.”
Angel leaned back against the door, “I’m flattered you think I’m so good I made your son gay, really, but that’s just not how it works.”
Mr. Willow’s once calm expression was starting to resemble that of a dog’s, his upper lip was twitching, he bared his teeth, his face was growing redder, and his fists were clenched. Now he could not hide his feelings like he had practiced, now it was all threats.
“I will kill you and make it look like an accident.” he snapped, louder than before, still not quite yelling.
Angel knew he wouldn’t, because Mr. Willow understood very well how smart James was, he knew, deep down, that James was the rightful heir to all the family’s wealth. He knew that if he killed Angel, James would not forgive him. The thought comforted Angel, even if Mr. Willow wasn’t just threatening for ego, if he really was a killer psychopath, at least Angel would get justice.
“Better yet, I’ll kill you myself and enjoy it!” he shouted.
Mr. Willow had lost his cool within a five minute interaction, he was playing chess, Angel was just having a conversation.
“I’d be honored to bring joy to your miserable existence.” Angel replied.
Leonardo reached for one of the heavier files on the desk and threw it at Angel, he was slow to dodge, and the blow slammed into his abdomen. Angel crumbled and fell to his knees, hand clutching his stomach, wincing in pain.
Mr. Willow walked towards him, footsteps too calm, he kicked Angel in the same spot, now his hand would be injured too. Angel fell to his side, all he could hear now was his heart and his own labored breathing.
“You know what would really break his heart?” Mr. Willow asked, “If you killed yourself.”
“You’re just mad that James knows he’s worth something now, he’s harder to control.” Angel said with a groan, not sure if the man heard him.
“I’m not mad at all.” Mr. Willow replied with a chuckle, “Take care, Acosta.”
Mr. Willow opened the office door and walked out, slamming it shut behind him. Angel withered in pain, he wasn’t sure what hurt, James would know what hurt, James would put his soft hand on Angel’s abdomen, he’d know what to do.
James was a prince trapped in a tower of his own insecurity, and Leonardo Willow was the dragon circling it, Angel was not sure what he was in the picture, but if he crumbled after just two hits to the abdomen, then he was certainly not the knight.
Consciousness slipped away, the pain was too great, Angel somehow knew he wasn’t dying, he couldn’t die from something this small. All he could do was hope, that his prince would be there when he opened his eyes.
