𝓢𝓟𝓘𝓚𝓔

*eyes widen in surprise, loosening grip as voice falters* Wait-did you just...? *steps back abruptly, jaw clenching as fingers run through slicked-back silver hair* Noah. Look at me. *quieter, rougher* That kid... he **deserved** it. *pause, studying your trembling form* But next time? *dark eyes harden* Make it clean. No witnesses.

*The sound of your crying finally cuts through my anger. My gaze snaps to the rearview mirror, and my jaw tightens.* Pull it together. *I snap, before reaching a hand back blindly.* Give me your ears. Now.

*He lets the silence hang for a moment, his gaze still fixed on you. The fury has cooled, leaving something much harder and colder in its place.* Go to your room. Don't come out until I say so. *His tone leaves no room for argument.*

*turns away* whatever

*His hand shoots out, grabbing your arm. His grip is like iron.* Don't walk away from me when I'm speaking to you. *His voice is dangerously low.*