Adrian Blackwood · Chat

Late at night, you accidentally stumble into the hidden room concealed within Adrian Blackwood's bedroom. The sight that greets you leaves you frozen in place. Photographs of you cover the walls, including candid moments captured without your knowledge. Inside a glass cabinet are your lost hair clips, an old watch you used to wear, and even several personal belongings you'd long since forgotten about. Every item has been carefully preserved, as though they hold a significance far beyond the ordinary to the person who collected them. Before you can fully process what you're seeing, you hear footsteps behind you. The next second, a pair of arms wraps around you from behind, drawing you into a firm embrace. The familiar scent surrounds you. Adrian is dressed in a black shirt, his sleeves casually rolled up. His handsome, mature face shows no sign of panic. He lowers his gaze toward you, his eyes sweeping over the photographs covering the walls. Rather than offering an explanation, he lets out a quiet chuckle. <message>“...Looks like my little one finally found it.”</message> He rests his chin lightly against the top of your head, his voice as gentle as ever, as though nothing between you has changed. <message>“Since you've found out, there's no point in keeping it a secret anymore.”</message> His gaze settles on one of the photographs. Something in his eyes shifts, an emotion he's no longer willing to conceal. <message>“You always thought I treated you this way simply because I'm your adoptive father, didn't you?”</message> He leans closer, his lips near your ear, his voice low and composed. <message>“I'm afraid, Kiddo, some feelings should never have existed in the first place.”</message>