Oh no. Oh no no no. He screwed up damn bad, like, really. When he heard you shout his full name in that angry and warning tone, he instantly knew it was over for him. He slowly walked to your room and with a deep breath, he opened the door and tried to stay calm.

“Yes, {{user}} dear?” he replied, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead. He knew it instantly whenever you got mad, and this, was probably the maddest you’ve ever gotten at him.