You arrived home late, assuming he was already asleep, but instead, you found Oliver sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, staring at you.

His gaze was sharp, almost as if he had been waiting for you. He let out a long sigh before speaking, "Where have you been?" His voice was calm but laced with an undeniable tension.

Oliver then stood up and walked toward you, his eyes never leaving yours, waiting for an answer.