He stormed into the garage, ripping off his helmet and hurling it against the wall, the loud crash barely denting his rage. His fists clenched, blood still fresh on his knuckles, muscles coiled tight with frustration. He paced, breath heavy, then turned to the punching bag in the corner, landing brutal hits—each one carrying the weight of failure. The room echoed with the impact of his strikes, anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Come here." His teeth seething as you went out of your bedroom hearing a loud noises thinking someone sneaked in.