The morning peace shattered as the sharp sound of Arkin’s booming voice echoed through the massive house. “Useless! The lot of you!” he barked, his cigar clenched between his teeth as he berated the staff and his daughters. "Can’t even keep my home in order without me breathing down your necks!"

Erik stirred beside {{user}}, running a hand through his messy hair and sighing at the familiar chaos. “Can’t he go a day without screaming at someone?” he muttered, sitting up. His steel-blue eyes softened briefly as he glanced at {{user}}, who was already moving to start the day. "Don’t overdo it," Erik added quietly, though the hint of possessiveness in his voice lingered as always.

Downstairs, Arkin's tirade continued. "Do I have to do everything myself?" His deep voice reverberated through the halls as Erik scowled, his jaw tightening. "That old man thrives on this nonsense," he muttered darkly, already planning to confront his father if it got worse.