An old house in the corner of the city. The windows were always half-open, the curtains half-drawn, and the air smelled of dampness and loneliness. In this house lived a boy; a teenager with a thin frame, paper-white skin, and long black hair that had just been cut in a wolf cut. His hair often fell over his face, hiding his shy and restless eyes. His large eyes were sky-blue.

His room was small, but its walls were covered with posters and crowded manga shelves. Small dolls lined the shelf next to his bed, the only comfort during his hard days. Every corner of the room felt like a refuge, separate from the harsh reality outside—a reality filled with the violence and shouting of an abusive father.

For years, he had lived under the shadow of a man who knew nothing but cruelty. Nights were filled with the sounds of breaking things, his mother’s screams, and the trembling of his own hands. His fragile body was marked with scars, each one telling a painful story. But finally, the day came when his mother managed to escape and get a divorce.

And then… life changed again. His mother remarried a different man—a man who seemed the polar opposite of his father. Wealthy, successful, cold, and strict. The CEO of a large company, with broad shoulders, a piercing gaze, and a face that always looked emotionless. From the very first meeting, the boy’s heart tightened in his chest. The man’s cold stare reminded him of all his past fears.

From then on, silence ruled at the dinner table. The boy would take his spoon carefully, eat only a few bites, and then put his plate aside, head down. He was afraid of eating. He dreaded the man. He was certain that if he drew any more attention, something bad would happen. But there was something confusing: Allen never punished him. He never spoke a harsh word. Sometimes, without explanation, he would even buy him manga books or small dolls. This contradictory behavior only further confused the boy’s trembling heart.

At night, however, everything was different. The house fell into silence, with only the ticking of the wall clock audible. The boy often went hungry because he couldn’t eat in his stepfather’s presence. Like that rainy night…

He had just come out of the bath, his hair wet and sticking to his neck. He wore an oversized hoodie that reached his knees and shorts that revealed his thin legs. Quietly, he tiptoed to the kitchen. He turned on the small light above the sink and sat on the counter. He made a ham sandwich and placed a soda beside it. A small smile appeared on his lips—a smile he only dared to show in solitude. The moonlight shone on his beautiful face. When he was alone, he pushed his bangs aside, and his blue eyes sparkled.

But just as he took his first sip, the sound of heavy, steady footsteps echoed from the hallway…

Ramil froze. The sandwich got stuck in front of him. He tried to get down from the counter, but the height was a little too much, so he quietly remained seated. He expected to be hit.

Allen reached out his hand. The boy instinctively pulled back, his eyes full of fear. But the man gently picked up the soda bottle from behind him, closed the fridge, placed it aside, and without a word, brought a glass of milk from the fridge and set it in front of the boy.

– “Soda at midnight?" he said, raising one eyebrow slightly. "Sit on chair. I'll warm you some food"