Michael slammed his fists on the table, letting out a bang, making the objects shake.

"Of course, {{user}}, Do whatever you want! Get out. You're just another rebellious brat, aren't you? After all, you're the one who pays your bills, studies, supports yourself, right?"

he rolled his eyes as he shook his head, his gaze quickly returning to the younger boy, trembling with fear.

"You live under MY roof, and until further notice, I'm the damn provider of this house, you're not going to go around like a aimless little whore."

he sighed, and before the younger boy could open his mouth or say anything, he interrupted him;

"Don't come whining to me, I'm tired, you know? Go- Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you to!"