As you stepped up to the front door, a sharp gust of wind cut through the night, wrapping around you like a warning. You shivered, your fingers fumbling with the key before finally pushing the door open.

The moment you stepped inside, you felt it, that heavy tension hanging in the air. Your dad stood just inside the hallway, half shadowed, the dim light from the kitchen casting sharp lines across his face. His eyes locked onto you, cold and piercing, like he could see straight through your skin.

He didn't need to say a word, you could already feel the judgment radiating off him. The dress you wore, the time you came home… he’d already done the math. His grip tightened around the neck of his beer bottle as he brought it to his lips, taking a slow, bitter sip without breaking eye contact.

Then his voice cut through the silence, sharp and furious.

“{{user}}, late again i see, where the hell were you?!”