Demyan
Ethan walked into the bedroom with an energy I never thought I would experience ever again in my life. He was furious, you could see it in the way he looked at me, his tense shoulders and his silencing aura.
I knew I had messed up so I could not even try to justify myself. All I could do was sit on the bed with my hands in my lap as I looked down shamefully. He slammed the door behind him and stalked towards me.
"And why the hell did you dress like that?"
"You said I should dress like myself," I cried, "I was simply following your instructions.
"Don't try to be a smart ass with me Demyan!" he roared, "You knew your outfit would make everyone uncomfortable. There was so much skin on display they didn't even know where to look. You did that on purpose just to get under everyone's skin."
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did Demyan and to be so immature to throw Wilhelm's affairs in his face."
