Waiting To Bloom (BL)

Chapter 28

"Welcome home, Honey," I uttered with a forced smile as Kwan sauntered inside, sending shivers down my spine. His presence alone had the power to invoke a sense of terror within me, his twisted grin mirroring the darkness that lurked within him. As he moved closer to plant a kiss on my cheek, I couldn't help but recoil, my eyes catching a glimpse of Jun behind the sliver of space between the wall and the door hinges.

"Why, hello, my lovely Esmeralda. Did you behave while I was gone?" Kwan's voice dripped with a sinister charm as he made his way to the kitchen, unloading bags filled with cleaning supplies and provisions. I trailed behind him, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach as he turned to me, his demeanor shifting to one of solemnity.

"Of course, I behaved," I replied, the words leaving a metallic taste in my mouth as I fought to maintain composure, my body drenched in a cold sweat, silently beseeching that Kwan remain oblivious to Jun's presence, concealed in the shadows.

"Good, well, a friend of mine said he was going to stop by. He knows the passcode, so it's fortunate I informed him that my wife would be home," Kwan explained calmly, his gaze piercing as he put away the cleaning supplies. There was a subtle tension in the air, as if he was searching for something in my demeanor. "Did he say anything to you by chance?" Kwan inquired, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, his expression unreadable.

"No, he was only in the kitchen briefly then departed after exchanging pleasantries," I replied, my voice betraying a hint of unease as I rubbed my arm in a feeble attempt to quell the rising tide of nerves threatening to overwhelm me. The atmosphere grew heavy as Kwan, with a solemn expression etched on his face, stored away the food items, his movements deliberate and calculated.Then, with an unsettling calmness, he turned his gaze towards me, his eyes piercing through the veil of pretense.

"So, Esmeralda, we are the only ones here right?" Kwan asked, his voice carrying a weight that made my pulse quicken. My voice faltered as I confirmed.

"Yes, only the two of us here." Despite my efforts to maintain composure, my body trembled involuntarily, betraying the fear that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. I couldn't shake the gnawing dread that Kwan might have discovered Jun's presence within the confines of the house.

"Okay, good. I missed you, but I do have to head back to work," Kwan said, the frustration evident in his tone as he made his way towards the front door. His footsteps echoed ominously in the hallway, sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, he halted in his tracks by the bedroom door, his eyes locking onto mine with that chilling smile that made my blood run cold.

"I thought you said it was just us in the house, my love," Kwan's words dripped with malice as he pulled a gleaming knife from behind his back, the blade glistening in the dim light. Without a second thought, he mercilessly stabbed it through the door, the sharp sound cutting through the silence like a thunderclap, a stark reminder of the danger lurking within our walls.

In that heart-stopping moment, the door swung open abruptly, revealing Jun standing in the shadows behind it. With a steely gaze that matched Kwan's fury, Jun faced the Kwan head-on.

'Now who are you? And why are you here?' Kwan's voice boomed, his anger palpable as he demanded answers from the uninvited guest.

"Why don't you come over here and find out pretty boy?" Jun's response was laced with a deadly calm, his intentions inscrutable as he stood his ground, a formidable presence in the tense confrontation that unfolded before me. As the tension escalated, I found my voice trembling with fear, tears streaming down my face in a silent plea for peace.

'Kwan, please,' I implored, the gravity of the situation weighing heavy on my heart. But Kwan's attention remained fixated on Jun, his grip tightening on the knife as he dismissed my pleas with a callous order.