"Father! Father!"
A voice echoed through the massive mansion as a boy around sixteen ran through the halls, calling out again and again.
"Father!"
"What is it, you lousy brat?"
A man stepped out of the master bedroom, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. The boy stopped right in front of him, breathing heavily.
"Mother's angry," the boy said.
"And it's your fault." He pointed straight at the man.
"What? Don't speak nonsense. How is it my fault?" the man replied.
"Amon, Aaron."
A sweet, gentle female voice came from the living room.
"Both of you, come here now."
Father and son looked at each other.
"Father, Mom's calling you," the boy—now clearly named Amon—said.
"You too," Aaron said as he grabbed Amon by the back of his shirt when the boy tried to sneak away.
When they entered the living room, they stood in front of a woman sitting gracefully on the couch.
She had long green hair, crystal-clear green eyes, and an hourglass figure.
"Mom, that was Father. I promise," Amon said, pointing at him.
"You—" Aaron said, staring at Amon with betrayed eyes.
"Why did you take Amon to a club?" the woman asked. Her voice was sweet—too sweet.
"Love, what are you saying? I would never do that. Don't you trust your husband?" Aaron replied.
"No, I don't," the woman said, rubbing her head. Then she looked at Amon.
"And you, why did you agree?"
"Mother, Father forced me," Amon replied instantly.
"You little liar!" Aaron snapped, glaring at him.
"We came here for a vacation," the woman said calmly, "not to make our son do such things. You've already spoiled him enough. That's exactly why we're here."
Her name was Terra, and she sighed as she recalled how everything had started.
"Ms. Terra, your son has been doing things outside the rules of our school."
A woman wearing glasses spoke from behind a desk. It was a normal office room.
Terra and Aaron sat on the chairs facing her, while Amon stood beside his father. Father and son whispered to each other quietly.
"I'm sorry, teacher. What did my son do?" Terra asked, concern clear on her face.
"Well, your son has been fighting a lot lately," the teacher said, pushing her glasses up with a finger.
"I see… I'm truly sorry for my son's behavior," Terra said, glancing at Amon.
"I advise you to take a vacation and teach your son how to control his anger," the teacher said, looking at Amon.
"We've received many complaints."
"I understand. We will do that," Terra replied, pinching her husband's hand.
"What—?" Aaron whispered, rubbing his hand.
Terra gave him a sharp look that clearly said pay attention.
"I'm sorry for my behavior," Amon said, lowering his head.
"Yes, we are," Aaron added quickly, "and we will do as you suggest."
"See? That place really helps control temper," Aaron said later.
"Whatever," Terra replied, rubbing her head.
"Just don't take our son there again."
She stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
"What do you two want for dinner?"
"Beef!"
Both father and son answered at the same time.
Terra smiled faintly and started cooking.
Aaron dropped onto the couch, resting his arm on the backrest.
"Why did you tell your mother?" he asked.
"Who, me? I didn't," Amon replied, sitting beside him.
"Did you really have to beat them that badly?" Aaron asked.
"Don't blame me. They were weak. Not my fault," Amon said.
After a pause, Amon smirked.
"Anyway, Father, why are you so scared of Mom?"
"You little brat. You're scared of her too," Aaron shot back.
"Dinner's ready. Come eat."
Terra walked out wearing an apron.
"Coming, Mom!" Amon said, heading to the table.
Aaron followed and kissed Terra lightly on the cheek.
"Father, I'm still here, you old fart," Amon complained.
Terra's face turned bright red as her hand landed on Aaron's chest.
"Then you should learn from me. You'll need it someday," Aaron teased.
"Stop! Don't teach him such things. He's still small," Terra scolded gently.
She placed the food on the table.
"The beef smells delicious," Aaron said as he started eating.
"Yes! Mom's food is the best," Amon added.
Terra sat beside Aaron, watching them.
"Aren't you going to eat, Mom?" Amon asked.
"No, I've already eaten," she replied, gently wiping a stain from Aaron's lips.
"That's too sweet for me," Amon muttered.
"Get a room."
"Don't act like this is the first time," Terra said calmly as she went to wash the dishes.
"Still, do you have to do this in front of me?" Amon complained.
"My lovely wife, don't you think our son is too innocent?" Aaron teased, pinching Amon's cheek.
Amon stood up, finished eating, and placed his plate in the sink.
"I'm going out," he said.
"Where?" Terra asked.
"To get some fresh air."
"Don't be late," she replied.
She finished the dishes and sat on Aaron's lap while he continued eating.
"Good luck, son. Don't do anything stupid," Aaron said.
"Don't worry, Father. After all, I am your son," Amon replied, leaving the mansion and closing the door behind him.
"Did he just call me stupid?" Aaron asked.
"Well, he isn't wrong," Terra laughed softly as she stood up.
"Eat fast and come to the bedroom, love," she teased, placing a finger on his chest.
She walked upstairs toward the bedroom, her hips swaying gently.