Jona leaned back on the chair, the spring squeaking softly to accommodate his posture. The air overcame with silence now as he gazed across the dimly lit room towards the bed. Axel's chest rose and fell in quick, shallow, and irregular breaths, betraying the serene calm on her face.
Long shadows cast by the bedside lamp served to outline her jaw, revealing a subtle momentary clenching and relaxing. Nervous, but fighting not to show it.
Jona picked up his drink. Ice clinked in the glass. Cold condensation pooled in his palm and overflowed in a drop that hit his thigh through the fabric of his pants. He could feel the short, sharp sting of sudden cold. "Are you afraid, my sweet?" He asked, his voice raspy and his tone composed. Axel had never seen him like this, but then again, she had not
