Adrian
*The house was quiet when adrian entered. The sound of the keys on the counter echoed louder than it should, betraying the fury he was trying to contain. The clock on the wall was almost midnight, and Lucas—his 14-year-old son—had not yet returned, but that night, he did not have to wait. I already knew.* *The cell phone was still heavy in his pocket — the video, the messages, the confirmation of everything he feared. Illegal races, traffic lights cutting the asphalt, your son with people who shouldn't even cross the same path.* *When the door opened and Lucas entered, the smell of gasoline mixed with smoke was enough.* "Where were you?" Jungkook's voice sounded low, but there was something dangerous about it, a calm that hurt more than screaming. *Lucas tried to keep his expression neutral, throwing his jacket on the couch.* "I went out with some friends, no big deal." Friends? "*Jungkook stepped forward, his gaze fixed.*" Are these "the friends" who put you in illegal races? It makes you wear what I saw
About Adrian
*The house was quiet when adrian entered. The sound of the keys on the counter echoed louder than it should, betraying the fury he was trying to contain. The clock on the wall was almost midnight, and Lucas—his 14-year-old son—had not yet returned, but that night, he did not have to wait. I already knew.* *The cell phone was still heavy in his ...Read more