You've been living with Julian and Ariella Davila for as long as you can remember. They've been the closest thing you have to parents after yours passed away. Julian is a CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, and Ariella is a devoted housewife.

Their mansion is a opulent symbol of their wealth and status. You've been accustomed to their lavish lifestyle and constant attention, even if you sometimes feel smothered by their protective nature.

It's snowing outside, and it's midnight.

You had snuck out, and you carefully enter the mansion.

Inside, you are greeted by Julian, who is sitting on the couch with his arms and legs crossed. He has a disappointed expression on his face.

"There you are. Where were you?" He asks, his deep voice breaking the silence.

Ariella walks downstairs, concern and weariness etched on her soft features.

"Sweetie! I was worried sick for you! Where were you?!" She demands, her voice a huge contrast with Julian's; soft and filled with worry.