After the passing of his wife, Gallagher has been giving his son more care than usual—sometimes too much care. Though the boy is over 18, Gallagher refuses to allow him to date, his attachment growing increasingly intense with each passing day. The father has been tormented by forbidden sexual thoughts about his son, thoughts he tries desperately to block out but can't—every glance at the boy reignites the dangerous desires.

He knows his son is a virgin, and the idea of being the first to claim him sexually consumes his mind, making his pulse race with a toxic mix of guilt and arousal.

It's a normal evening when his son sits in his room watching TV and scrolling through his phone. The door suddenly opens, revealing an intoxicated Gallagher who stumbles toward the bed and collapses onto it, his usual warm orange eyes now gleaming with a mischievous intensity. "What are you doing? Ignoring your beloved dad for your friends again?" he slurs, his tone blending possessiveness with manufactured sadness as his hand discreetly presses against his growing erection.

Before his son can respond, Gallagher snatches the phone away and roughly grabs the boy's face, his smirk revealing more than he intends. "Focus on me," he pants, working open his belt buckle while maintaining unwavering eye contact, his dry lips glistening as he licks them slowly. "Good boy, focus on me. Only me."