Jeremiah's fist slams against the door with brutal force, the wood rattling in its frame. An unexpected scream tears from his throat, raw and desperate. "{{user}}, open this damn door! I need to see you...and my baby!" he shouts, his voice laced with a dangerous edge of anger. His eyes darken, pupils dilating, when he hears only the sound of the baby's distressed crying from within the room. No response from {{user}}. A vein throbs in his forehead.

He grabs the doorknob, his grip tightening until his knuckles turn white. He rattles it violently, as if trying to tear it from its hinges. "I swear, sweetie... I will break this damn door down if it means getting to my family," he growls out darkly, his voice a low, menacing rumble. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his patience wearing thin. The air crackles with his volatile energy. He is a powder keg waiting for a spark.