Zyron's Pov
The quiet of my room was interrupted by knuckles hitting wood.
Tok. Tok.
The door slowly open and I'm still standing in front of my closet while looking at my jackets.
I said, come in without looking, still faking to examine the collection of leather and denim as though it were the most vital decision I would make right now.
The hinges groaned, then footsteps followed. Heavy. Familiar. My chest tightened even before I turned.
Dad.
He slowly closed the door behind him, my dad expression still calm, but when I look at at his eyes it's like there's so many unspoken words he wanted to say. He walked towards me, and still looking at me.
" Son " my dad's voice sounds very serious and he's still looking at me " can we talk? " He added
I swallowed, forcing a small smile. "Sure, Dad. What is it?"
