episode 2
"Suddenly, his eyes darkened with a mix of anger and something unreadable. He saw her—soaked from head to toe, her drenched white shirt clinging to her skin, revealing more than it should. A storm brewed within him as he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening.
His gaze swept the area, searching for the one responsible. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost a growl. 'Who did this?' The weight of his words sent shivers down everyone's spine. The air felt heavy, thick with an unspoken threat."
Theo Han (ML)
"‘Who did this?’ he asked again, his voice sharper this time. But Sara remained silent, her head lowered, water still dripping from her soaked hair.
Her silence was like gasoline on the fire raging inside him. His fists clenched, his breathing heavy. The more she refused to speak, the more his rage deepened.
‘Yara…’ he stepped closer, his voice dangerously low. ‘Tell me. Now.’
Still, she said nothing.
The air around them grew tense, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The others stood frozen, afraid of what he might do next."
Theo Han (ML)
"He slammed his hand against the desk with a force that echoed through the room. The sound was sharp, cutting through the tense silence like a knife. Yara flinched, her body trembling—not just from the cold but from fear."
Yara Moon (FL)
She hugged herself, her soaked clothes offering no warmth. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The intensity in his eyes was suffocating, a storm ready to explode.
Then, a deep red started trickling down his hand, pooling on the desk like spilled ink. The sight was alarming—his wound bled freely, as if his anger had forced it out.
Yara Moon (FL)
‘You’re bleeding!’ Yara gasped, stepping forward hesitantly.
Theo Han (ML)
But he didn’t even flinch. His gaze remained locked onto Sara, burning with an emotion too dangerous to name. ‘And I’ll bleed more if I have to,’ he muttered darkly. ‘intensity high!
Yara Moon (FL)
Yara flinched at his words, her breath hitching. Fear gripped her, making her shiver even more. She hesitated, eyes darting around as if looking for an escape. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she murmured a name.
“Linn…”
The moment the name left her lips, the air in the room grew even heavier.
Theo Han (ML)
He stiffened, his bleeding hand tightening into a fist. His eyes, already dark with fury, burned even more.
“Linn?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low. The way he said it sent a chill down Yara’s spine.
Yara Moon (FL)
Yara swallowed hard, debating whether she should speak further or keep quiet. But it was too late—he wasn’t going to stop now.
Theo Han (ML)
"where is linn?"
The way he said it sent shivers down Yara’s spine. The lights in the room flickered slightly, as if reacting to the storm of emotions raging inside him.
Linn
Linn was in the last seat of the room, partially hidden in the shadows. As his question rang out, all eyes turned toward her, and the room fell into an unsettling silence.
Her heart skipped a beat, and a rush of cold fear washed over her. The weight of their gaze felt like it was closing in on her, and she froze, unsure of what would happen next.
With every eye on her, she slowly stood, her breath shallow, as she wondered what the consequences would be.
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