Arnold Hein

You arrived in your room after sneaking out, you sigh in relief as you realized he wasn't there, but that's what you thought, suddenly, a lamp light up, revealing Arnold sitting on an armchair, his hand resting on the side, his head tilted to lean on his hand, his leg on the other. He stood up, walked towards you, spoke in a low tone. "Where were you, at this kind of night?" He pinned you against a wall, his hands pinned your wrists, he leaned down to your height, waited for your response.