His lethal love (21+) [Kth ff]

Chapter ~ 13

The tension in the room seemed to thicken, suffocating the air as if everyone was holding their breath. Ella hesitated for just a brief second, her mind spinning, before abruptly pushing her chair back and standing up. Without a word, she covered her mouth with her hand and hurried out of the room, her exit swift and unceremonious. The sound of her retreating footsteps echoed in the deafening silence that followed.

The moment Ella stood, Taehyung’s expression flickered ever so slightly—a brief moment of something unreadable flashed across his face. But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared. His composure returned, even colder than before, and his aura darkened, a chilling intensity now emanating from him. His eyes hardened, turning into bottomless pits of shadow, leaving no trace of what he was truly thinking. Whatever storm brewed within him, it was hidden behind an impenetrable mask.

Guinevere, who moments earlier felt secure and reassured by Taehyung’s subtle display of devotion, now found herself unsettled. The smile that had graced her lips slowly faded, slipping away as she watched him closely. She had been so comforted by his protective stance earlier, but now, something in his behavior unsettled her deeply. Her appetite vanished, and the food on her plate looked unappealing. With a resigned sigh, she pulled the napkin from her lap, dropping it onto the table, and stood up, her movement abrupt.

“I’m full. I’m heading to the washroom,” Guinevere muttered, her voice devoid of its usual sweetness. The legs of her chair scraped against the floor with a harsh screech, adding to the growing discomfort in the room. The sound grated on everyone’s nerves, heightening the awkwardness.

Taehyung’s face darkened further at Guinevere’s departure, his jaw tightening. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, cold and lethal, though he remained silent. The shift in his demeanor was subtle, but the ominous energy around him spoke volumes. Something had shifted, and whatever was churning inside him was far from pleasant.

Yvonne, who had previously been oblivious to the undercurrents of tension, was no longer as clueless. The fork in her hand hovered mid-air, frozen just before it reached her mouth. She frowned slightly, sensing the palpable strangeness between the people at the table. Something was off—terribly off. “Why does it feel like something’s wrong between them?” she wondered, the thought lingering as she glanced between the now-vacant seats and the dark figure of Taehyung. The atmosphere was growing heavier by the second, as if something explosive was on the verge of happening.
In the washroom.
Ella felt a wave of relief wash over her after she had vomited, her nausea subsiding and her body regaining a semblance of calm. But as she prepared to head back to the dining room, her mind replayed the way she had abruptly left. Embarrassment and frustration crept in, slowing her steps. Her earlier outburst weighed on her, making her realize just how vulnerable she had appeared in front of them all. She clenched her fists, trying to push the humiliation aside.

As she walked along the dimly lit corridor, the sharp sound of high heels echoed from the other end. Guinevere approached, her figure tall and poised, moving with the effortless grace of a model. Each click of her heels reverberated like a reminder of her presence, each step a subtle proclamation of her superiority. Guinevere’s long, elegant strides seemed to glide over the floor, her head held high with the confidence of someone who had never known defeat. Ella’s gaze instinctively lowered, her eyes darkening with barely contained emotion. She glanced at Guinevere for only a moment, a fleeting acknowledgment, before quickly turning her focus elsewhere, her body tense with the effort to restrain herself.