The room was quiet enough that Maxime could hear his own heartbeat pounding inside his skull.
Axel finally stood before him, calm but cold in a way that made Maxime's stomach cramp as if freezing winds struck it.
His anger was always quiet but deadly. Loud outrage was predictable. But quiet anger? Quiet meant danger. Quiet meant death.
"You are reckless time and time again. You have always acted without thinking," Axel finally speaks.
His voice was steady, almost bored, as if he had said this a thousand times and expected nothing better.
"And you always expect others to clean up after you...?"
Maxime opened his mouth to defend himself, but he only managed to inhale before Ethan cut him off with a sigh that carried the weight of a man who had already suffered too much stupidity today.
"Boss, if he cries one more time, should I at least gag him?" Ethan suggested while rubbing his ear. "For the sake of our sanity?"
Axel hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe later."
