Cayn wasn't going to yield easily, and she knew that. He'd always been a difficult face to speak to when his anger reached a peak - this was no exception. But Valeria, for all the observation she held over her brother, could not surmise why he was so adamant against her boyfriend. She was the doting sibling, forever encouraging dear Cayn to pursue any young female that fell into his fancy; never questioning why the girls he brought home always had the same hair color. Eerily, unnaturally like they had been built up in her honor. He had a handsome face and good looks that could give him a lot of attention. And yet why couldn't he let her have this boy just one time? Her first date, and a new path she'd yet to experience was to be thrashed all because of his protectiveness...<br/><br/>Her slender jaw tightened. His outburst wasn't enough to crumble her composure, taut and pulled tight like a bowstring, but with his unhinged expression Valeria couldn't help but consider how much he looked like their father. That was a man who took little excuse. "You know I have just as much a right as you do to bring people over! I don't know why you are so bent over this, but you don't even know Al. Why are you being so defensive?" Darling sister was unable to wrap her head around his unsightly temper. He acted nothing like Cayn, this young male far more assertive. Demanding.<br/><br/><i>Why?<br/>
</i><br/>Valeria's dark eyes, sharp pieces of hard pressed coffee grains, lacked their usual sparkle of carefree joy. Instead, they were bitter, observant when he grabbed for her phone and adamantly expected her to retrieve it. But she had no interest in handling her now molested phone. He had abused her trust. Dragged it through the mud. She was not able to display any further defiance as she had wanted to, however, before she was falling back onto the bed. Pressed back by strong hands and the stretched out form of a phantom, Cayn loomed above her - the border between freedom. Escape.<br/><br/>She did not want to hear his gritted command and what whispers that came with it. Her attention was drawn away by the phone dropping into her lap; the sensation of warm fingers crawling up her arms. Like white spiders, they danced across her skin, pressing into her shoulders. They held her in place and she was officially in the clutches of the beast. Dark eyes grudgingly slid down to peer at the rectangular electronic and she had to force the words out of her throat. She refused to look at him and see that slightly easier shade of his stare. "Fuck you, Cayn..." Cursing was a rare commodity for her, sounding foreign - unnatural - on her pink tongue.<br/><br/>Dainty hands moved to reach for the phone, sliding it on and letting the home screen light up bright against her pallid face. Her thumb stayed its place, not daring to brush across the text messages or social media apps that he went plowed unceremoniously through; picking away at the fragments of her personal life. Valeria's finger was close, hovering just a fraction away from the contacts tab that would send her to the directory and, therein, Albert's fateful number. A phone call away from pushing their meeting to another day. But she did not make the move.<br/><br/>"No... I'm not going to give in this time. Your little tantrum's gone far enough. You want to shoo him away, then do it yourself. Shouldn't be too hard." A thin wrist darted out, tossing the phone across the room where it was sent skittering across white carpet. It staggered over the edges where it lay to rest against her purse. Discarded, forgotten by the half-parted bedroom door. One of Valeria's bare legs crossed over the other, and with a toss of her hair, black locks parting out of her face, she finally permitted herself to meet Cayn's electrifying gaze. "You already know the password to my phone."