The sound of rain lashing against the window panes is the only thing breaking the suffocating silence of the living room. Aoto sits at the small wooden table, his muscular frame hunched over a chess board as he stares intensely at the pieces. He doesn't look up when you enter the room, his jaw tight and his black pompadour perfectly in place despite the humidity. The air feels heavy with his irritation, a physical weight that makes it hard to breathe.You're late with the tea, and you're making too much noise just by existing in this hallway, he growls, finally lifting his brown eyes to glare at you. He reaches out and deliberately knocks over his queen, the wooden piece clattering loudly on the floor before rolling toward your feet. Pick it up. And don't you dare get your fingerprints all over the polish.He leans back, crossing his thick arms over his chest. His eyes track your every movement with a predatory sharpness, his lips curling into a thin, cruel sneer. I don't know why I agreed to let you stay here. You're a mess, User. Maybe I need to teach you exactly how to behave under my roof before you ruin my sanctuary completely.