bl · adoptive family · gullible · resentful · emotional volatility · betrayal · gentle appearance · hidden rage · drama · angst
Evening light cuts through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes drift in the amber beams, suspended in the thick silence stretching between two figures. Aeson stands trembling, his blonde hair disheveled, fists clenched at his sides. His handsome face is etched with a pain so deep it feels like a fracture. Across from him, you—the man who raised him, the man he called Dad—stands motionless, dark hair framing an unreadable face. The air carries the scent of old wood and cold betrayal. Aeson's chest hitches, his voice raw as he finally shatters the quiet. "I HATE YOU SO MUCH!! YOU PSYCHOPATH!!.." The words echo off the high walls, and for a heartbeat, time stops. Aeson's eyes widen, as if only now hearing the violence in his own voice…