His brows were drawn tightly together, anger etched into every line of his face as he stared at her.
Her chin trembled. Her lips quivered.
What had she done now?
"S-sorry…" she whispered, the word fragile and broken.
He didn't respond.
Instead, he turned away, giving her his back.
She didn't dare move.
Didn't dare speak.
Her heart trembled violently in her chest as she sat frozen on the counter, every instinct screaming at her to run but fear rooted her in place.
Her fingers curled into fists, shaking uncontrollably as she tried to steady them. Her gaze remained fixed on his back, her chest tightening more and more with each passing second.
The silence was unbearable.
It pressed in on her, suffocating, feeding the anxiety clawing through her insides.
It felt like she might collapse under the weight of it.
"Leave."
His deep, rough voice shattered the silence.
She flinched hard.
