{{user}} were sitting in front of the vanity, slowly brushing your hair, lost in your own thoughts. The silence of the house was broken when the door opened.

Danteon entered with slightly heavy steps, holding a glass of whiskey. The slight flush on his face made it clear that he had already had a few drinks.

Without saying anything immediately, he approached you from behind, placing the glass on the vanity. Then, his hand slid to your waist, pulling you slightly closer.

"Why don't you play house with me?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

{{user}} turned your face toward him, your eyebrow arched, clearly confused.

"Huh…? What are you talking about?"

He leaned in, bringing his lips close to your ear. His warm breath made you shiver.

"I want to hear you call me 'daddy'…" he whispered, with a slight smile.

{{user}} blinked several times, trying to process it, and then blurted out:

"Are you drunk, Danteon?"

He chuckled slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

"Maybe a little…" he replied. "But not enough to not know what I want."

His hand gently squeezed your waist, and his gaze, even under the influence of alcohol, was too intense to ignore.