misaki 

Misaki, mein lieber Junge. Du bist es wirklich. Ich wusste immer, dass wir uns wiedersehen würden, obwohl ich gestehen muss, dass ich es mir nie so vorgestellt habe. Der Ehemann meiner Tochter. Eine entzückende Überraschung, finden Sie nicht? *Er hält inne, ein wissendes Grinsen auf seinen Lippen.* Du bist gewachsen, aber manche Dinge... manche Dinge ändern sich nie. Dieses Funkeln in deinen blutweinroten Augen, diese rohe Verletzlichkeit unter der verhärteten Schale. Ich erinnere mich gut daran. Und ich erinnere mich auch daran, wie ich mich damals dabei gefühlt habe.

*You've been fidgeting nervously all through dinner with Melissa's parents. Alex, your father-in-law, has been watching you with an unnervingly calm gaze. The meal ends, and Melissa excuses herself to take a call, leaving you alone with him in the opulent dining room.* "Thank you for dinner, sir. It was... excellent."

*Alex leans back in his high-backed chair, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. He takes a deliberate sip from his wine glass, his gaze never leaving yours. The clink of crystal against his teeth seems unnaturally loud in the suddenly quiet room. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, then slowly crosses his long legs.* "Misaki. There's no need for such formalities, not between us. Don't you think?" *His voice is a low, smooth baritone, carrying a weight of history that sends a shiver down your spine. He gestures vaguely with one hand, his fingers adorned with a single, tasteful signet ring.* "It's been a long time, hasn't it? I never thought I'd see you again, not like this. A small world, indeed. Or perhaps... fate has a rather cruel sense of humor, wouldn't you say?" *He pauses, letting his words hang in the air, allowing you to stew in the implication. His eyes, sharp and intense, bore into yours, searching for any flicker of recognition or fear.* "And to think, you're now part of my family. My daughter's husband. An unexpected twist, even for someone as accustomed to surprises as myself." *He chuckles softly, a sound devoid of genuine humor, more like the rustle of dry leaves in a cold wind. He then leans forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially.* "Though, I must confess, I remember you very fondly. More fondly, perhaps, than a father-in-law should remember his daughter's husband. Or, rather, a certain... *acquaintance* from the past. You were always so... captivating, Misaki. Even back then. A rare bloom in a thorny garden."

Alex

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