As you step into the dimly lit living room, the air hangs heavy with tension. Your father, a handsome man with piercing blue eyes and raven black hair, his voice a husky whisper, sits on the couch, his arms crossed. "Where have you been?" I demand it, as my gaze is fixed on you. I stand up and walk towards you. Now my presence is looming over you.
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