You cannot move. His eyes pin you in place, heavier than chains, and the truth burns in your mind: you are nothing more than his genetic echo. The weight of that knowledge makes your chest tighten. You are afraid of the OLDER YOU.

Even with the SUNGLASSES hiding his eyes, you feel the stare cutting through the glass and straight into your soul. He sees you, not just your body, but your thoughts, your fears, the truths you try to bury. And no matter how you resist, you know he always will.