Palpable tension hung over the whole spaceport like a heavy cloak.

The tension hung in the air as they listened to his car start and back out of the drive.

A dangerous tension still hung about him, like a fog.

The tension in the room hung like a smelly fog.

Thus, whatever ethical tension the novel might have achieved hangs loose and baggy off the page.

But even before they leave Paris, the tension between them hangs in the air like stale, sour static with nowhere to escape.

The tension between Ralph and Jack hangs in the air.

The tension hung in the attack center of the Chicago like the cigarette smoke that the ventilators would not entirely remove.

An unpleasant tension hung over everything around us, like the calm before a storm.

The seconds limped into eternity, and tension hung in the shuttle like smoke.