"Where is she?"
Raphael who was about to walk into his room to continue sleeping was suddenly interrogated by his probation father. Looking at the tall figure who stood in front of him like a mountain overshadowing him. His black hair was a little messy and his white shirt wasn't properly stocked in his blue pants, making him look like a boy next door. Casual but majestic and elegant in casual wear.
It was in contrast to the appearance of a responsible business tycoon that he portrayed in front of the public on interviews. It was also a stark contrast to the cold gentleman that seemed to be made of eyes, whose heart knew no pity.
Raphael had to admit that no matter which angle he looked at, Raphael Jackson's looks and aura were incredibly fascinating. However, it didn't mean much to him
