SHADES OF SILVER. KTH | 21+

chapter 36

Third person's POV.

To say Storm was furious would be an undertimate.

Her fake dark orbs was staring in to nothingness as her eyes were emotionless. A burning death stick was kept in between her fingers as she released her held up breath.

The smoke easing out of her nose and mouth bit by bit, released into the thin air of four walls as fog. The smell of nicotine was prominent in the room.

Her body was relaxed as her thoughts were on all places. Was she furious? Yes, very.

Did she wanted to kill someone?

Say less.

More so her fury was directed towards her husband. Kim Taehyung. She so wanted set his lively godly body on fire and watch him burn into a crisp while hanging him on ceiling.

The amount of times she have told him and his damned boss to leave her alone and they are still doing this shit. If they thought she didn't knew then fuck them.

Oh she very much knew how they had installed spy cameras in her room way back then which was taken off a few days ago after her talk with Namjoon.

And now?

Well, when she came back from her class and ate some food, she was ready to call it a day.

So after giving a hard slap on Taehyung's ass who was searching for something in the living room, she retired to her room cause he was really busy with whatever he was up to in a sweats only so she couldn't help but give it tap.

You can't really blame her on that.

But the point is, when she walked inside her room, an unfamiliar cologne hit her nostrils, alerting her senses. It wasn't Taehyung's. No, she knew his scent well.

He smells manly. At least for her. It was an mix of spice, wood and vanilla. Perfect for him. Dark and mysterious which makes one feel warm. She knew it too well.

But this, it was some cheap deodorant. Taehyung would never. His deodorant never smelled like this. At least not cheap.

The smell wasn't strong or anything but it was there. An lingering smell on the walls which screamed that indeed there was someone. Let's just say Storm got high senses on everything and she was an good observant. Perks on living in a abusive house hold where you don't know when you gonna get punished not knowing what you did wrong and get punished. Oh not to forget her high school where some people who loved to haunt her ass down on time to time.

The point is someone was here and they did dirty. Her call was on the fucking drug lord and his minions.

Her phone ringed and it felt like the volume of ringing was too loud. Loud enough to make her annoyed.

It shows number only so she took it and kept silent, waiting for the other side to speak up. The only thing she can hear is heavy panting. Desperately breathing for dear life.

Why the fuck did this person called when all this fucker gonna do is breath?

Taking a breath from that cigarette, words rolled out from her mouth. "Whoever you are. Fuck your damn life." She cut the call and before she throws it to the sheets of bed, her gaze lingered there.

Maybe she should?

Squishing the tip of lightened stick on the side table she dialed her husband on call.

He didn't picked up and it went to the voicemail. She knew he was in the house so she once again dialed him.

"What?" He barked out to his phone and that didn't face Storm.