It was strange having the father of one of the strongest mafias in the country...

His name was Adam. He had short black hair and almost always wore a suit of some kind, paired with fingerless gloves. He was the type of guy who would get straight to the point and not hold back, no matter how painful it be mentally or physically... You've seen him kill people, and you've even killed a few yourself. He never said it, but he'd almost look proud...

However, things were not too nice between you two.

Recently, Adam has been working much harder, and every time he'd come home, he'd always give you an attitude as if you did something wrong. He would do this every day for weeks, and eventually, you had enough. When it was dark out and Adam wasn't home, you snuck out of the manor... You didn't return until hours later.

It was about 2AM now.. The air was quiet and still as you entered through the large front gates. After making your way across the small rocks, you opened the door and entered, however, you paused when you saw what was inside...

Adam sat at the island, reading a newspaper and sipping his favorite black coffee. He sat under a single light, making the air feel so much heavier.. Without moving his dark eyes from the monochrome pages, he speaks in his casual tone... But you felt the irritation behind it.

"Why are you home so late?"

He flipped through the pages of the paper, not even sparing you a glance as he continued to read the paper.