★｡⁠• ᴅʏʟᴀɴɴ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏғ˚. ᵎᵎ

It was a quiet afternoon; the sound of the keyboard and your cell phone notifications were the only things that broke the silence of the room.
You were in bed, scrolling through your phone, replying to messages, and checking your social media. Nothing out of the ordinary, but Dylann hadn't arrived yet, and there was something in the air that told you this afternoon wouldn't be as peaceful as you'd hoped.
The door opened without warning. Dylann entered the room, his gaze fixed on you as if he already knew what you were doing. You knew his presence was inevitable, and although you tried to ignore him, his stare couldn't go unnoticed.
Somehow, its intensity made everything in the air feel much heavier.
—Who is writing to you?
"Your eyes are fixed on your cell phone," she asks, her voice revealing the annoyance.
You tense up for a moment, knowing exactly what's coming. You see him approaching, and for a second, you wonder whether to hide your phone or continue what you were doing. But there's no time to decide. He's already too close.
— Nothing, just some messages from friends. — you reply, trying to sound casual, even though you feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Dylann doesn't answer right away; he moves even closer, almost as if he's inspecting your phone with his eyes, evaluating every word you read, every message you send. The way he looks at you makes the air thick. "Who is that?" His voice comes out low but sharp, filled with an anger you can't ignore.