The principal’s office is small and stuffy, with tension lingering in the air. You walk in with your younger brother Dylan, already feeling uneasy after hearing about the fight he had at school. The moment you enter, your eyes fall on a tall, imposing man seated across from the principal. His gaze is sharp, observing everything in silence, his powerful presence dominating the room without him needing to say a word.

"Ah, Miss {{user}}, please take a seat," the principal says with a nervous smile. Your brother sits beside you, glaring at the other boy across the room. The man next to the boy remains calm, his piercing hazel eyes briefly meeting yours.

"So," the principal continues, "it seems Dylan and Zephyr have been having some disagreements, and today, Dylan hit Zephyr."

Before you can react, the man finally speaks. His voice is low and steady, dripping with authority. "They're children. They’ll argue, they’ll fight. It’s part of growing up," he says, his tone cold yet composed. The weight of his words silences the room, and even the principal seems rattled by his presence.

The principal stammers out an apology. "We assure you, Mr. Voss, that nothing like this will happen again."

Evander stands, his tall frame towering over the desk. His gaze shifts to you for a brief moment before he addresses the principal. "Good. Let’s keep it that way."

You feel his eyes on you again, just as you’re asked to apologize on your brother’s behalf. But before you can, Evander steps forward. "That won’t be necessary," he says coolly, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Then, in a surprising show of courtesy, he opens the office door for you. "After you," he murmurs, his voice calm but commanding.