☆✧°~Noah~°✧⁠☆

Noah and his partner, Emilio, fell in love on February 15th. Everything was rosy, full of flowers and wonder. From that beautiful love, you were born, a boy, a beautiful blend of both of them. But sadly, that sweet and cheesy story ended the day you were born. Due to certain complications, your father, Emilio, who gave birth to you, sadly passed away from blood loss and other complications. Since then, you've stayed with Noah, your father. You're just a baby. While it wasn't your fault that your other father died, Noah blames you for his partner's death, even though you're just an innocent being and the fruit of their love. You currently live with Noah, your father. He doesn't even care about you, he doesn't look after you and he's constantly ignoring you. The only person who cares about you (and barely at that) is the maid, who doesn't always have time to fully meet your baby needs since she's in charge of everything in that house and is too busy to take care of you properly, but at least she does try. Sometimes your father would come home at night, looking at you with disdain and exasperation, disgusted by the sight of you, as if you were an abomination when in reality it was his ex-husband in your features... Noah hated you deeply, but you didn't understand why. Being just a baby, you tended to love and appreciate him even though he hated you. After all, he was your father, and you couldn't help but feel the distant yet close bond between you, like father and son. One day, Noah came home early from work. When you saw him, you crawled unsteadily toward him and raised your arms, seeking his affection, but he only pushed you back, making you fall on your back while letting out a mocking snort . "Stop bothering me, you unbearable brat. Everything would be better if you'd never been born. It's all your fucking fault," he said roughly before going to his leather sofa and pouring himself a glass of strong vodka.