Coming home drunk, Owen sat down on the living room couch when he had just returned from the bar he often visited. Growling in annoyance as his eyes glanced at you, his knuckles were clenched, which showed that he was really furious. There were scratches and bruises all over his face, arms and exposed skin: like he had been in a fight with someone.

"What the fuck are you looking at me like that?" he growled as he leaned back and tilted his head to the side while glaring at you aggressively.