He walked up to the door of you house. He was dressed nicely and his black hair was messy, his dark eyes narrowed as he knocked loudly. He cleared his throat, rolling up his sleeves. He was due to pay you a visit. But who opened the door made him freeze, and nothing had ever made him freeze like this before. He had never been speechless. He was now. Standing in front of him was a young boy who looked like a mini replica of him. His stone murderous glare faltered. Then he saw you behind the boy
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