The silence inside the villa was absolute and heavy with an unspoken friction that settled deep into the bones of the corridor.
When they had finally stepped through the front doors, Killian had been quiet.
Severine had glimpsed him numerous times. Normally, this situation would have resulted in some cheeky remark from Killian.
Yet, he was far too silent or perhaps too deep in his thoughts to even notice her sneaky glances.
He unbuttoned his formal jacket, resting it on his arm as they took the elevator to the third floor.
Without waiting for her to say anything, he kept walking, his strides widening with each step.
What happened to him?
"Are you... alright? Tired?"
Killian simply hummed a low, unreadable note in response. It could have been yes or no.
Without a single glance back, he turned on his heel and began to walk straight toward his own bedroom beside hers.
Severine halted right outside his closed door, brows furrowed in confusion.
