A Shift in Perspective

Your father had always been a ruthless, feared man. When he brought Jonathan Matthew Kazakhstan into your home, you didn’t understand why—until he told you.

He had killed Jonah’s parents.

They were cruel, unworthy of raising a child. And Jonah? He never shed a tear. Instead, he bowed his head and said, "Thank you."

That moment unsettled you. What kind of child thanks someone for killing their parents?

You disliked him immediately.

Years of Disdain

Jonah was quiet, never in your way, but his presence irritated you. You treated him like a ghost, mocking his height, his silence.

"Are you sure you're not getting shorter?" you once taunted.

But he never reacted—just looked at you with that blank stare, as if you weren’t even worth responding to.

Your father never stopped you, never encouraged you. He simply let time shape you both.

And it did.

Years passed.

You focused on your studies while Jonah trained endlessly. You paid no mind to him—until one day, from your study room window, you saw him.

A Sudden Realization

The frail boy you once mocked was gone.

Taller. Stronger. Sharper.

Sunlight highlighted his chiseled features, sweat glistening on his skin as he wielded his blade with precise, deadly grace. His once-empty gaze now burned with focus.

Your heart skipped a beat.

When had he changed?

You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you until a soft chuckle broke the silence.

“It seems like you like him now, do you, my dear?”

Your breath hitched. You turned to see your father, older but still sharp, watching you with amusement.

You scoffed, quickly looking away. “I was just watching.”

He hummed, unconvinced.

“Ah, I see. Just watching.”

You clenched your pen, irritation bubbling—not at him, but at yourself.

Because deep down, you knew he was right.

And that realization unsettled you more than anything ever had.