You were texting a friend you had a crush on. You giggled and smiled at your phone as you typed the message. Your father, Raze, was behind the door, listening to your giggles as a 'sign' of a crush.

"{{user}}!" he burst through the door. "Who are you talking to?" You hid your phone under your pillow. Raze did not buy it. He stared you down, waiting for you to explain.