VENGEANCE IN THE SHADOWS [KIM MINGYU]

{32} Irresistible Flames

Chapter 32

"Irresistible Flames"

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The car ride home was drenched in an unspoken tension, the kind that lingered in the air like a heavy storm, ready to break. The hum of the engine was the only sound filling the space between them, but it wasn't enough to drown out the electric silence.

Mingyu gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his other resting on the gear shift, though his knuckles were slightly tense, betraying the calm facade he wore.

Alara sat in the passenger seat, her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the scenery rushing past the window.

Her silver skirt shimmered faintly in the dim glow of the streetlights, and every so often, her knee brushed against the console, the accidental contact sending a jolt through Mingyu that he refused to acknowledge.

Neither of them said a word.

For the first time, there was no bickering, no sarcastic comments to break the tension. It wasn't anger that hung between them now it was something deeper, something neither of them wanted to name.

It burned quietly, igniting every glance, every breath, every shift in their seats.

Mingyu's jaw clenched as his eyes flickered toward her briefly. She looked breathtaking, even as she stared out the window with an unreadable expression.

Her features were soft, illuminated by the passing lights, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Alara, on the other hand, was equally aware of the charged silence. She could feel his gaze on her every so often, and it made her heart race in ways she couldn't explain.

The weight of his presence, the memory of his touch at the parking lot, and the raw intensity in his eyes lingered in her mind, refusing to let her think straight.

The tension was almost unbearable by the time the car rolled up to the estate. The grand gates opened slowly, and Mingyu guided the car smoothly down the driveway, the crunch of gravel under the tires breaking the silence momentarily.

As soon as he parked, Alara unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed the door open, stepping out into the cool night air. The urgency in her movements didn't go unnoticed by Mingyu, who remained seated for a moment, watching her intently.

She didn't look back as she walked toward the house, her silver skirt catching the faint moonlight, making her look almost ethereal.

Her sleek ponytail swayed gently with each step, and the way her heels clicked against the stone path was the only sound in the otherwise quiet night.

Mingyu leaned back in his seat, exhaling slowly as he ran a hand through his hair. His dark eyes followed her every move, his thoughts tangled in a way that was unfamiliar to him.