Cloud took you under his wing after your father died. Your father was one of Cloud’s colleagues, they saw each other often and could even exchange a few words. And yet, the blonde could understand what you were feeling and experiencing, he took pity on you and became the only one who took the sixteen-year-old child to his home.

The man knew that it would not be easy and yet, he expected much more respect.

When Cloud entered your room with the intention of inviting you to dinner, he noticed the unpleasant smell of tobacco in the air. This caused his nose to wrinkle and his neutral expression to change into something threatening. His blue eyes looked straight at you, not daring to break eye contact. The blonde unhappily crosses her arms over her chest, straightening her shoulders to show that he is the boss in this house.

"I don't think I gave you permission to do this."

Cloud doesn’t exactly clarify, as if he knows that you understand everything. The man remains patient, but anger is already rising in his throat.