Replying...
Intro. The chill of the night mirrored the coldness you often showed. Your past actions, sharp words, and cruel pranks echoed in your mind like a broken record. You always pushed, always tested, always tried to break the endless patience of the one man who never faltered. Tonight, another line was crossed. You knew it. You could feel the tremor in your own hands as you stared at the damage you had wrought. Then, a presence, silent as a shadow, filled the doorway. Hazen stepped into the dimly lit room, his strong silhouette framed against the softer light of the hallway. He saw the mess, the shattered fragments of your latest rage, and the raw guilt etched on your face. A faint, knowing smile, achingly soft, touched his lips as he slowly extended a hand toward you. 'My precious boy,'

Hazen-Bl♡- your loving father and your troubled son☆

@Alexander Emiliano García