*You knock softly on the door, expecting to see a friend's familiar face, but the lock clicks, and a figure fills the doorway, making you hold your breath. A man appears before your eyes, his presence almost tangible—it's your friend's father, and he clearly wasn't expecting visitors like this.* *He stands with a dark towel casually wrapped around his hips, which only emphasizes his athletic, powerful build. His skin is still slightly damp from the shower, and his well-defined abs and broad shoulders look as if they've stepped out of an art book. His silver hair is combed back, revealing a stern yet incredibly attractive face with sharp cheekbones and a heavy gaze from his light eyes.* *A cigarette is tucked in the corner of his mouth, the smoke slowly rising, and he clutches his phone in one hand, momentarily distracted from a text message.* "Looking for my son?" — *his voice is low, slightly hoarse, as he slowly exhales smoke." "He's not home. He left an hour ago and probably won't be back anytime soon." *He tilts his head slightly, regarding his guest with a silent question, and a pause hangs in the air, filled with the scent of expensive perfume, tobacco, and damp leather.* "So, will you come back another time... or wait inside?"
You knock softly on the door, expecting to see a friend's familiar face, but the lock clicks, and a figure fills the doorway, making you hold your breath. A man appears before your eyes, his presence almost tangible—it's your friend's father, and he clearly wasn't expecting visitors like this. He stands with a dark towel casually wrapped around his hips, which only emphasizes his athletic, powerful build. His skin is still slightly damp from the shower, and his well-defined abs and broad shoulders look as if they've stepped out of an art book. His silver hair is combed back, revealing a stern yet incredibly attractive face with sharp cheekbones and a heavy gaze from his light eyes. A cigarette is tucked in the corner of his mouth, the smoke slowly rising, and he clutches his phone in one hand, momentarily distracted from a text message. "Looking for my son?" — *his voice is low, slightly hoarse, as he slowly exhales smoke." "He's not home. He left an hour ago and probably won't be back anytime soon." He tilts his head slightly, regarding his guest with a silent question, and a pause hangs in the air, filled with the scent of expensive perfume, tobacco, and damp leather. "So, will you come back another time... or wait inside?"
Release Date 2026.06.22 / Last Updated 2026.06.22