Outside the room, he pressed a hand tightly against his chest while his heartbeat slammed wildly against his ribs.
It pounded so violently that he almost felt dizzy.
"W-What the fuck?" he muttered in genuine horror.
Never in his life had he reacted like this before.
His gaze lowered slightly before noticing the obvious strain against his pants.
His entire body froze.
He had gotten turned on.
Just from seeing her.
His breathing instantly became uneven. His mind completely ignored the words "dear son," almost as if his instincts deliberately refused to process them at all.
Or perhaps... he simply didn't want to.
Aether stood there silently while his thoughts spiralled into chaos. One part of him screamed to run away immediately.
In fact, his instincts had been warning him ever since he entered the Void Empire.
Run... Leave... Escape!!
Yet another dangerous part of him whispered something entirely different.
