(Author's POV)
"What are you doing in my room?" Dion yelled out loud, when he saw Yona standing in his room. He was in a good mood just a few seconds ago but her presence had completely ruined it. He was pissed now.
Yona, whose mind was mingled in her own thoughts, stiffened at his sharp and resentful voice. She tried to explain, fumbling with her words initially, "I~ … I got you~ ….. warm ginger tea. Luna~" but before she could complete her sentence, Dion cut her off unceremoniously.
"SHUT YOUR TRAP. Who told you to do that? Have I not warned you before, not to come inside my room without my permission. Damn it, who do you think you are, huhh?"
He approached her, his footsteps thumping as they hit the off white marble floor. Yona was at her wits end. She had never seen Dion getting so emotionally charged up ever before. They have had intimacy countless times but not one he was showed this much emotion.
