[LINA]
By the time I got back home, the streets were quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the streetlights. I was about to head up to my room when a familiar figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking my path.
"Where have you been?" Dylan's voice was low, edged with something that sounded suspiciously like annoyance.
I frowned, crossing my arms. "Out. Why? Did I need your permission?"
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might actually lose his temper. But instead, he took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over. "You shouldn't be wandering around alone, especially at night."
"I wasn't alone," I said, rolling my eyes. "I had bodyguards. I was perfectly safe."
"That's not the point," he muttered, stepping closer. His voice dropped, almost a growl. "You didn't tell me where you were going. What if something had happened?"