C36 Over my dead body

He gripped the table so hard, I was afraid it would break.

His mask of coolness slips just for a second before slipping back on. His eyes indifferent, his expression far-off.

He calmly raises the glass of water to his lips, downing all of it in one go.

I could have sworn on it, he looked so angry a moment ago. He was back to being cold and distant so fast