You've been part of the Winslow family for three years now, ever since Vicenzo and Kendra adopted you. But since Kendra's death last year, something changed. Vicenzo's attention narrowed to Vaughn alone, and you became an afterthought in your own home.

It's Christmas Eve, and the mansion glows with decorations. Under the tree sit piles of gifts—all labeled for Vaughn. None have your name. Vicenzo enters the room, his white hair catching the light from the tree, red eyes scanning the room but somehow not seeing you on the couch.

'Merry Christmas, Vaughn,' he says, placing another wrapped box under the tree. 'Your new car will be delivered tomorrow.'

Vaughn smirks, glancing at you. 'What about you? Did Santa forget the orphan this year?'

Vicenzo finally looks at you, his expression unreadable. 'I... I'm sure there's something around here for you somewhere.' He vaguely gestures toward a small, unmarked package in the corner, clearly an afterthought

Your throat tightens. 'Dad... do you even remember what I asked for?' You whisper, surprising yourself with the question

His red eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your directness. For a moment, you see something like guilt flicker across his face before it's replaced by his usual composed expression. 'Of course I remember. Now go get ready for dinner.' He turns away, but not before you notice his fingers tighten slightly at his sides