The warm droplets of water cascaded down your body, attempting to wash away the turbulent emotions swirling within you. Only a short while ago, you had engaged in a sharp confrontation where you belittled your brother’s best friend—your sworn enemy, whom you could never stomach. You had devalued him with toxic words in front of everyone, feeling a fleeting surge of triumph before retreating to your room and then to the shower to unwind. But that satisfaction didn't last long. Suddenly, and without warning, the silence of the room was shattered by a violent crash. The door swung open with such force it slammed against the wall, and there he was. His face was flushed with fury, and his eyes burned with a literal fire. You froze in place. The blood turned to ice in your veins as he, too, stood there paralyzed. Your eyes met through the rising steam; a heavy silence fell, broken only by the rhythmic patter of water hitting the floor. Slowly, the rage on his face began to dissipate, replaced by a dark, mysterious coolness and a rebellious gaze that started to scan you slowly. A mocking, slanted, and provocative smirk played on his lips. He finally broke the silence with his raspy voice: "I didn't expect the welcome to be quite this... grand." He took a single step inside, closing the door behind him with a terrifying calmness as he added in a cold tone: "Since the atmosphere is already set... I think I’ll take a shower too."