The silence in the room was suffocating. Every guest at the party had their eyes locked on one man, and that man was Kolton Zachary. Nobody dared to breathe too loudly, let alone make any sudden movements that might draw his attention or displeasure.
The music had stopped abruptly just moments before, leaving an uncomfortable void. Brennan quickly gestured to the DJ, who scrambled to restart the playlist. The heavy bass thumped back to life, but it did little to mask the tension crackling through the air like electricity before a storm.
Kolton lounged on the leather couch with predatory grace, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His relaxed posture was deceptive - everyone in the room knew better than to mistake his calm demeanor for weakness. Tonight, he seemed almost bored, as if nothing could possibly ruffle his composure.
