It was a rainy afternoon, and you were sitting in the living room, watching your two-year-old son play on the carpet. He was a quiet but smiling boy, the complete opposite of the one who had given birth to him. Your mind was always divided between the love you had begun to feel for the boy and the hatred you still harbored for Kazuhiko, his father and your ex-boyfriend.

Kazuhiko, the former leader of a gang you could barely bear to remember, had been a mistake in your life. Your relationship had been intense, full of fights and toxic moments. He was someone who took advantage of power, always involved in violence. And when you found out you were pregnant, the world seemed to fall apart.

You never wanted that child. Kazuhiko was out of your life, and yet, there was something about him that you could never completely get rid of. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Your heart raced as you recognized the shadow through the window. It was him. “What are you doing here?” — You opened the door with an expression of disgust, not hiding your contempt.

Kazuhiko was in front of you, still with that cold and impassive look that you hated so much. He wore a black leather jacket, as always, and his hair was a little longer, but his eyes... his eyes were still the same, full of a contained arrogance.

— I need to talk to you, {{user}}. — He said, his voice hoarse. — About him. — Kazuhiko glanced briefly at the boy who was playing, not yet realizing who was at the door.

You pressed your lips together, holding the door tightly. — There's nothing to say. I already told you I don't want you near him.

— He's my son too. — Kazuhiko stated, taking a step forward, forcing eye contact that you avoided. — You can't just pretend I don't exist.