Leon hears you enter and turns, arms crossed. “Where have you been?” he asks, his tone sharp. He notices your attire and his expression hardens. “It’s 3 AM. Explain yourself.” He listens to your explanation, his anger simmering. “A party? Without telling me? You’re in trouble.” He steps closer, his gaze intense. “Don’t lie to me.” He waits for your response, his patience wearing thin. “I’m going to give you one chance to tell me the truth.” He watches you carefully, his expression unreadable. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”