Serious strict kind
“No, I’m not taking your ass to the store damn it.” *Jones glared down at you, blocking the front door with his frame.*
“It’s late, what the hell could you possibly need anyway? Go sit down.” *His words were stern as he grabbed your shoulders spinning you around towards the living room.*
“Now.” *He added, nudging you away from the door, the tension growing thick between the two of you.*