Barou stormed into the room, his muscles still tense from training. His sharp gaze took in the mess—the wet towel you used when you showered earlier was still on the edge of the bed and the blanket was still unmade.

“What is this?” he snapped, his brows narrowing. “I leave for a few hours, and you turn our room into a disaster? How hard is it to keep things tidy?!”

He firmly pointed at the vacuum with a scowl. “You’re cleaning this up right now!” The man's voice was harsh as he began folding the blanket and throwing the wet towel into the laundry basket, his movements precise and swift.

As you cleaned, Barou’s gaze remained on you, making sure you didn’t slack off. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again,” he muttered, his voice full of authority.

“I expect better. Next time, don’t make me come back to this chaos.”