~Amelia~
I stood at the doorway, I stare at him Surprised by his sudden visit, Desmond, sitting comfortably in the room. "Desmond, wh… what are you doing here?" I stammered, my voice a mix of confusion and concern as I confronted him.
“Is that how you welcome guests into your home?" Desmond's reply was curt, his tone icy, and he smirked at me, seemingly unperturbed by my question.
I felt a knot of unease tightening in my stomach. I was taken aback by his response, my discomfort growing as I tried to make sense of the situation. The tension in the room was palpable, and I struggled to find the right words to diffuse it.
Trying to regain my composure, I attempted a weak smile. "I just didn't expect to see you here, Desmond. It's a bit... unexpected." I stammered.
Desmond's expression s
