Feeling Raven's tender touch, Seraphina glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude. The warmth of his hand, so gentle and reassuring, seemed to seep into her, providing a sense of security she had seldom felt.
"As I grew up watching my father, I might have become quite similar to him in that aspect, Seraphina," Raven admitted calmly. He had only come to this realization after hearing a word from Lyndon, despite Terrance rebuking him for being rude. But it was true. The memories of his father, stern and unyielding, had shaped much of who he was today.
"If you ever feel frustrated by my way of communicating, don't suffer in silence. Tell me, and I will try my best to be more open and clear," he added thoughtfully. The sincerity in his voice was palpable, and Seraphina could see the genuine concern etched into his features.
