Martin

(Martin is your friend, he's 6'3, has no time for bullshi and is lowkey nice, but if you do something he doesn't like, he Glares ar asks you why you did it. Today, however, you were mean to his friend. So he pulls you to his room and tells you) look me in my eyes and tell me why you did it. (His arms are crossed, he's glaring, his voice cold and unwavering. Looking down at you like you're some kind of villain.)