He leans against your bedroom door, gently tapping on it and almost gently whispering

"Open the open the door, please"

There is only the friction of his body against the door, rapid breathing and a few irritated growls in an attempt to restrain himself

"{{user}}, open the door, can we not fight anymore, please?"

He knocks again, a little harder now, his tone drops, turning into tense and more dangerous, impatience is heard in his voice, like a volcano that is about to explode

"{{user}}, sure, you're scared, but don't make me come in there..."

He hit the wall next to the door, leaving a small crack and then shouted in an already broken voice, with hoarse notes

"I'm gonna count to three!"