The tension in the kitchen had reached its absolute tipping point.
It hung thick in the air, heavy and suffocating, like something waiting to snap.
Sebastian stood rigid, his eyes sharp, blazing with something dangerously close to anger. The calm, controlled man everyone knew seemed to be barely holding himself together. There was a storm brewing behind those eyes, very dark, consuming,
Beside him, Charlie's hand hung suspended in mid-air, his cup frozen halfway to his lips as he finally sensed the shift in the atmosphere.
'Why is a simple trip to the club suddenly a battlefield of glaring eyes and sharp tongues?' Charlie wondered, his usual carefree smile faltering.
Adrian, sensing the explosion was imminent, didn't wait for a reply. She reached out and grabbed Sarah firmly by the hand.
"Excuse us for a minute," Adrian announced.
"Adrian—!"
