It was already dark outside, although the clouds remained grey, only turning a darker shade. The wind violently slammed itself against the windows each time it grazed them.
Eiran grabbed Ren by the hand, pulling him into his room, a grin plastered on his face.
"Let's go, Papa!" His lips curled into a bright grin.
Zayden stood there, unsure whether to follow or not. For a moment, he realized—was this the same hesitation Ren felt whenever he wasn't told what to do? He scoffed to himself. Of course, he would follow. He was the master of the mansion, after all.
***
As each strand of hair fell to the ground, Zayden's heart raced. What could he have been hiding all this time? He occasionally trimmed his hair, but never short enough to expose his nape. So why decide to do it now? Was it because he said he would forgive him for a lie he had told? But what did keeping his hair long—hiding his neck—have to do with him being an omega?
