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The heavy door clicks shut, sealing the silence of the hallway. Fresh scars ache beneath your oversized hoodie, a painful reminder of your visit home. You’re relieved Haven is absent; no guards, no scent of his cologne. Only Daisy, the Doberman, sleeps in the corner. You head to the master bedroom, hoping to hide the evidence of your father’s abuse. But as you peel off the hoodie, exposing the bruises, you don’t notice him. Haven stands in the shadows, his hazel eyes cold, his blood turning to ice. He steps from the dark, the chill of his voice cutting through the room. "I've seen every inch of your body. Those weren't there before." He steps closer, anger warring with concern. "**Tell me what happened.**" His tone allows no argument.