Painted Red

"Uriel, please just straighten your tie. You shan't ruin this business meeting with such a haggard countenance," his father bellowed, his mother nodding in agreement behind him, lips stained red. Uriel's suit was ill-fitting, just barely sitting at his hips. All this money and they still didn't know how to mould it upon Uriel; if it wasn't something that made his heart rip, it would almost be comical. No one cared as much as he did. He even measured him to make sure the clothes fit well.

They had reached a ridiculously lavish, costly five-star restaurant, owned by some of the most well-known Persian chefs to reside in Japan. Of course, the restaurant had to be Persian. Fate was so damn cruel.

At first, Uriel used to love that Erin shared so much of himself with him. Now, it only picked at scars.

After the twinge in his heart settled, Uriel's steps increased once more. Heading in, he was faced with a grand hallway, carpet