ALEXANDER
It was no news that my father and I didn't get along. Well, in this household, it wasn’t, but on the outside–in our company–we were the perfect duo. And when it came to business, we were indeed perfect together, but other than that…
I felt the warm texture of blood slide down my back, but that didn’t bother me. His hand on my neck didn’t bother me. The fact that I couldn't breathe didn’t bother me. No, what bothered me was the look in his eyes; dark and threatening. His eyes had always been dark, unlike my mother’s and mine, so when he gets like this, it becomes darker, so dark that any light that goes near them will get swollen.
“No, Alexander. You can't treat her however you want.”
And his voice…
What a wise man will do at this moment is shut down and let it end here, but
