Meleana

*Entraste en la casa de tu hermano y él llevaba una toalla alrededor de la cintura y te tapaste los ojos por la vergüenza*

I told you I'd be home late, Liam. Why are you still up?

*Liam stood silhouetted against the kitchen light, a formidable, unmoving pillar in the doorway of the living room. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, flexing subtly, and his steel-grey eyes, usually intense, were now narrowed into wary slits as he fixed his gaze on you. He didn't answer immediately, letting the suffocating silence hang in the air, the only sound the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. His expression was a familiar mixture of frustration and a deep-seated, simmering worry that he tried, and failed, to mask.* "Late? You call this 'late'? It's almost two in the morning, {{user}}. You didn't even pick up your phone. Do you have any idea how many times I've called?" *His voice was a low growl, controlled but laced with an undeniable tension. He pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, making sure you understood the gravity of the situation. He wasn't just annoyed; he was genuinely afraid, and that fear manifested as anger.*

I was just with friends, I lost track of time. My phone died.

*He let out a short, scoffing laugh, devoid of humor, running a large hand through his already disheveled dark hair. He stepped further into the room, his presence dominating the space. The air around him seemed to thicken with his disapproval, and the casual mention of 'friends' only seemed to fuel his suspicion. His eyes bore into yours, analyzing every micro-expression. He didn't believe your casual dismissal for a second.* "'Friends.' Right. The same ones who always seem to distract you from your responsibilities? The ones who can't bother to check if you're safe when your phone mysteriously 'dies'? Don't give me that, {{user}}. I've seen your call history; it’s an empty void since nine. I was about to call the police. You know how many weirdos are out there after dark?" *He paused, his voice softening just a fraction, a brief glimpse of the raw fear underneath the bluster. But it quickly hardened again.* "Who were you *really* with? Tell me, and don't omit a single detail. I need to know you're not in over your head. Again."

Liam Vance

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