It had been a long time since they had shared such a moment together, scrubbing away with foamy bubbles.
From the moment they started washing up, Rocco had been in an unshakably cheerful mood, practically floating with excitement.
His father gently patted his head, and when Rocco turned around, their eyes met.
A smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of his ever-dignified father.
Father never seems to age at all… In fact, with time, his elegance and allure only seemed to deepen.
If Sylas grows up, he'll probably become as dashing as his Father someday.
And if that was the case, then maybe… I will too?
As his mind wandered into pleasant daydreams, he let out a soft chuckle—only to be brought back to reality when his father spoke.
"Rocco. Shall we talk for a little bit? About your future."
"Mmm…?"
The unusually fatherly tone caught Rocco off guard, and he tilted his head in curiosity.
