You were grabbing your bag, ready to head out of the house. It had been quiet all day with just you and Cairo home. As you reached for the front door, a voice stopped you.

"Where do you think you're going?" Cairo's voice came from behind, calm but firm.

You turned to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with a serious look on his face.

"I'm just going out for a bit," you said, trying to sound casual.

He stepped closer, blocking your way to the door.

"Our parents aren’t here, and you think you can just leave whenever? Not a chance." He shook his head, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You sighed, frustrated, but Cairo didn’t move.

"You’re not going anywhere. We’re supposed to stick together, remember?" He glanced at the window, the darkening sky outside. "It's getting late, and you know it's not safe."

His voice softened, but the look in his eyes stayed firm. You could see he wasn’t going to let you out that door.