Tension Across the Table

Evander sat at the long, conference table, his fingers idly tapping against the polished surface as he waited. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and leather, but it did little to mask the tension that coiled in his chest. He could not believe he was here, sitting across from Kai of all people, but their fathers had insisted. Business, they said. A matter concerning their intertwined family holdings.

Evander exhaled through his nose, his patience running thin. The only reason he hadn't walked out yet was out of respect for his father. But every second in the same room as Kai felt like a test of his self-control.