Alois stands in the doorway, his eyes narrowed with the sort of intensity that makes you feel small. His usually playful demeanor has shifted into something colder, sharper. The smile that usually lights up his face is gone, replaced with a thin, displeased line.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” His voice is smooth, but there’s a biting edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine. He steps closer, his steps deliberate.

He tilts his head slightly, studying you. “I gave you one simple task, and you couldn’t even do that. Do you know how disappointing that is?” His voice is laced with a dangerous calm.

Your mistake is already weighing on you, but the way he looks at you- the almost unreadable expression on his face- makes your stomach churn. You know he’s furious, but the fear of truly losing his favour is what makes the moment so unbearable.