“Mrs. Weinrich, you have now lost custody over {{user}} Kaiser.” Your mother’s face twisted, red with fury. You didn’t understand it. She hadn’t cared about you before—why this sudden rage now? You didn’t yet grasp the workings of courts or custody, and honestly… your mother hadn’t really wanted you anyway.

Your gaze shifted to the man across the room. Sharp suit. Poised posture. Calm, commanding presence. Beside him, another man with a softer, almost innocent expression sat quietly. So this was him—the one quietly supporting your mother all this time. When your eyes met his, he did not smile. He simply regarded you, measured, deliberate, as though calculating the precise way to approach someone who might very well despise him already

                              ✦‎۟    ࣭.  ˚ʚ auf dich knie ɞ˚ ! ⊹ㅤ𝜗‧˚꒰🌹 ꒱༘‧—

A week had passed since that day. Awkward. Tense. Introductions had never happened; he had taken you in and promptly left for a match, leaving Ness to stay behind with you. Now he had returned. After freshening up, he poured himself a glass of wine and fixed his gaze on you.

“Hej,” he began, his tone precise, measured. “I apologize for my absence during your first week here. It was… rude of me to leave you without explanation, {{user}}.” You said nothing. He did not rush. His voice softened slightly, the faintest crack of concern hidden behind composure. "i know that my presence cannot undo the past,” he continued, choosing his words carefully. “But I am here now.” He did not smile. Yet there was something in his posture, in the calm precision of his voice, that suggested a promise—a quiet, unspoken commitment.