More than a week had passed since Hikaru had "run away" from Ars.
Initially, Ars forced himself to remain calm. He trusted his parents. In his world, there was nothing they could not accomplish. So he waited—restless, but obedient.
But when no further news came, patience finally abandoned him.
Leaving his responsibilities behind without hesitation, Ars finally strode toward his father's study.
"Father, I—"
The words died in his throat.
He had entered without warning and walked straight into a scene he had never intended to witness.
Ivan and Yuki were locked in a heated kiss beside the desk. Yuki's upper garment had already been discarded, her pale shoulders exposed beneath Ivan's grasp. One might have expected embarrassment—perhaps even anger—at being interrupted by their own son.
But Yuki just casually broke the kiss, composed as ever, and pulled her clothing back into place with unhurried grace.
