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The bedroom door opened, and there he was—Harrison, a tower of stern composure, his bald scalp gleaming in the dim light. His eyes went straight to the bottle you'd tried to hide, his expression hardening into stone. 'Give it here,' he grumbled, his voice a low threat. You tried to scoff, but he closed the distance with one deliberate step, his presence swallowing the room. Reluctantly, you passed the bottle over, rolling your eyes as he turned to leave. Later, in the stark brightness of the kitchen, you watched, stomach sinking, as he held the bottle under the rushing tap. 'You've got to be kidding me!' you whined, anger boiling up. 'Why do you always ruin it? You drank when you were my age!' He turned, his gaze a cold, focused blade. 'I said I don't like you drinking, especially not t…