Third-person POV
Noah watched as his younger brother Alex strolled into his private living room like he owned the place, and a frown immediately settled on his face.
He set his coffee cup down on the glass table, his annoyance rising. “What are you doing here, Alexander?” he asked, not bothering to hide his anger and irritation.
Alex, clearly unbothered by Noah's irritation, simply scoffed and flopped on the sofa opposite Noah. “What, no ‘hello’? No ‘how’s it going’? Isn’t my dear brother happy to see me?”
Noah leaned back against the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest. “You know I don’t like unannounced visits,” he said flatly. “You should’ve called or texted. Anything to inform that you were coming instead of showing up like you own the place.”
Alex muttered something that sou
