CRUNCH!!!
He bit down, the sound explosive in the silent room, his chewing deliberate, almost theatrical.
Tila's eyes widened, her fury reigniting, and she unleashed a fresh wave of curses, her voice cracking from strain.
"Now you did it, you fucking bastard! I'll tear you apart! You'll beg for death!"
Kael set the chips aside, grabbing the water bottle, his movements still casual.
He took a long, slow sip, tilting his head back, the water glinting as it caught the light, his throat moving with each gulp.
Tila's eyes flicked to the bottle, her yelling faltering, her lips parting slightly.
She was parched—her throat raw from hours of screaming—and Kael's exaggerated display, like a soft drink ad, made her thirst unbearable, her tongue darting out instinctively.
"You want some water?" he asked, his voice calm, holding the bottle up, his hazel eyes glinting with intent.
