Adrien's POV:He was beautiful. Not in the delicate, polished way some people are but in the kind of way that knocks the air out of your lungs and leaves you wondering what the hell you did in your life to deserve seeing something like that. My lips parted, and without even meaning to, I whispered under my breath, “He is gonna be the death of me.” And maybe… maybe I was okay with that “Your Highness,” Win greeted him with a nod. Kieran ignored him while his eyes didn’t leave me. He walked over slowly and each step knocked the air out of my lungs. When he finally stood in front of me, he didn’t speak. “Hey,” I mumbled, forcing a grin. “You came.” I swallowed, but my throat was dry like sandpaper. I couldn’t look away from him. Kieran’s expression was unreadable. He didn’t even frown but just stood there, cold and beautiful and carved out of the very ice I used to think ran in his veins. But his eyes... his eyes weren’t cold. They were burning. Slow. Controlled and dangerous. I
Adrien's POV:“What?” “I can’t even touch him without making things worse. Can’t talk to him without him spitting venom. But that night… when I was holding his hand and bandaging it… he was shaking.” Win tilted his head. “I think he wanted me to stay,” I said, eyes distant. “And it drove me insane because I wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bed and hold him like I used to. But I couldn’t. Because I ruined it.” Win nodded. “You did.” “God, you suck at comforting people.” I glared at him before rubbing my face with my palms. “I am not here to comfort you. I am here to keep you from doing something stupid.” “Well,” I mumbled, my head drooping, “you are late for that.” He smirked and before I could guess his next move, Win was standing and pulling out his phone. “I am calling someone,” he said. I frowned. “What? No. I don’t need anyone. I am fine.” “You are not fine,” he replied flatly, pressing the call button. “You are half-passed drunk and moments away from smashing
Adrien’s POV: I stared at the amber liquid in my glass like it held all the answers I was too scared to ask for. The rim of the glass was slick with condensation, and my fingers had been numb from gripping it for too long. But I wasn’t letting go. The bar was dimly lit, quiet except for the occasi
Kieran's POV:“Still hard?” he murmured. “You know I could help. Just say the word." “Adrien!” I snapped, voice cracking. He chuckled darkly, then sobered just a little. “You can pretend all you want, Kieran. Be cold. Push me away. Deny what your body wants. But it’s right there. I can see it.” His voice dipped lower, slower. “And you are going to think about me tonight. When you are alone. When you can’t sleep. When you reach into your pants and pretend it’s not me you are imagining.” My breath stuttered. “You’ll come with my name on your lips,” he whispered. “And when you do, I hope you hate yourself for it.” He casually took a step back, like he hadn’t just fucked me up with a few well-aimed words. “I will literally kill you.” I spun around, glaring at him with every ounce of fury I could summon. But Adrien just leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching me like I was the most amusing thing he had seen in weeks. The bastard. “You think this is funny?” I hissed. “A l
Kieran's POV:“Is it?” he asked, stepping even closer until he was just a few feet from me, and I hated how much I noticed his scent. That damned mixture of cedar and something fresh like wind after rain. Something wild and something I craved. I looked away, jaw clenched. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” he asked, looking so infuriatingly innocent. “That look,” I muttered. “Like you are the one in control and how you are planning your next stupid move.” He grinned again, cocky and smug, but there was something warmer behind it this time. “I wouldn’t call it stupid. You liked it last night.” Last night? Damn! that last night. I blinked. “What?” He took another step. “When I came to your room.” Well, I indeed liked it but I would rather eat my shoes than admit it, "That was trespassing and I can report you for it." I threatened him. Of course, it did nothing to him. To be honest, it isn't good how he sneaked into my bedroom through the window. What if he fell and got hurt? Deep dow
Kieran’s POV:The council chamber door slammed shut behind the last one of them. The sound echoed like thunder. It was crystal clear that those old men did not like how Adrien and I were in control. They wanted to walk all over us and now they are stripped out of that privilege. Even though I am mad