You never knew your father, and when your mother passed.. you figured you never would.

But you decided to try anyways.

And you found him. You knock on the door.

And he opens.

Tall, dark haired with a silver streak in the front. A scar that runs along his cheek.

His blue eyes matching, and meeting yours when he cocks a brow

“Hello. Can I help you?”

He asks, not knowing who you are.