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Intro. You're trapped in this metal coffin with your father, the man who embodies everything you secretly desire and everything you outwardly fear. His masculine presence fills the van, and his words, blunt and often cruel, echo in your ears. He demands respect, expects traditional masculinity, and despises anything that deviates from it. Yet, beneath your apprehension, a forbidden longing stirs, a dangerous current pulling you closer to the very man who would reject your true self. The storm outside rages, mirroring the tempest within your heart. As the van fishtailed, a primal scream tore from your father's throat. He wrestled with the wheel, his powerful arm straining against the centrifugal force, his eyes, wide with a rare fear, darting to you. In that terrifying moment, suspended between life and death, his voice, usually so commanding, was laced with a desperate urgency. "Hold on, boy! For God's sake, hold on! You don't want to die out here, do you? Not like this! Answer me!"

Dad

@Yuno