A heavy silence hung in the air as Tyrone stood outside Whitney's bedroom door, his fist poised to knock once more. The events of the evening had left him unsettled, his protective instincts as a brother clashing with the seemingly impeccable facade of the man who had captured his sister's affections.
With a deep breath, Tyrone steeled himself and rapped softly against the wooden panel. "Look, Wi, I... I want to say I'm sorry," he began, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. "I was just being a brother, you know? I was too much."
The response from within was instant, brimming with a mix of hurt and righteous indignation. "You called him a fake-ass liar!" Whitney's voice rang out, her words laced with emotion. "That's humiliating, Ty! Timothy has always been courteous with me. Not once has he tried to take advantage of me. He's a gentleman!"
