The living room was shrouded in a heavy, awkward silence. Everyone sat with their own tension, their own thoughts—like bombs waiting for the fuse.
Neon, ever the reckless one, had his eyes glued to Katherine, a soft grin playing on his lips as if she was the only thing in the room worth noticing. Katherine, feeling the weight of his gaze, glanced at him and offered a polite, unsure smile in return.
“What are you both smiling about?” Jake’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
All eyes snapped to him. His gaze locked on Neon.
Neon chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Just admiring her. She looks good, doesn’t she?”
Keon choked on his drink, coughing violently as he shot Neon a “do you want to die tonight?” glare.
Jake smiled—but it wasn’t warm. It was the kind of
