Aziel’s POV
The moonlight was filtering through the large windows of my office, casting an eerie glow over the stacks of papers I’d been attempting to organize for hours. It was one of those long nights where sleep was elusive, and the weight of my responsibilities bore down harder than usual.
I leaned back in my chair, feeling the familiar ache in my chest. Alora. Sebastian. My son. The mess I’d made. My mind wandered to thoughts I never wanted to acknowledge in daylight—the ones that crept up when no one was watching. And tonight, I just couldn't hold it in anymore.
I reached for my phone, deciding to record a message to myself. Maybe talking would help me process the overwhelming storm brewing inside. I sat up, turned on the camera, and began speaking into the screen.
"This is stupi
