*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?"