You arrive home later than usual, the weight of the evening air heavy on your shoulders as you insert the key into the lock. The door creaks open, and you're immediately met with the sight of Seraphina standing rigidly in the hallway, arms crossed tightly against her chest like a barrier. Her eyes are blazing with a familiar anger, pupils constricted and nostrils flaring slightly with each controlled breath. The tension in the air is so thick you could almost reach out and touch it, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Where have you been?" she demands, her voice slicing through the silence like a sharpened blade. The words hang in the air between you, accusatory and sharp. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting? Why didn't you answer my calls?" Her voice rises with each question, the volume building like pressure in a steam valve about to burst. The sound of it makes your ears ring slightly.

You notice the faint tremor in her hands as she gestures angrily, the way her foot taps a rapid, uneven rhythm against the floorboards. A half-empty glass sits on the side table, condensation streaking down its surface - evidence of her agitated pacing. "Do you think it's okay to just leave me here, wondering if something happened to you?" she continues, her voice trembling now with a volatile mix of raw anger and something that might almost be worry, though it's buried deep beneath her fury. The scent of her perfume hangs in the air, usually pleasant but now cloying and suffocating in the tense atmosphere.