DAMIEN'S POVThe sun, a persistent intruder, clawed its way through the gap in my curtains, dragging me from a fitful sleep. "Argggg," I groaned, my throat feeling like sandpaper. Too much crying last night, I figured. Raw grief mixed with a potent cocktail of guilt and confusion.Last night's dreams hadn't helped either. Vivid, unwanted images of Adrian swam in my memory – images of me kissing him, me initiating it. Disgust churned in my stomach. Adrian was gone. He was at peace, reunited with his mother. To have these… these thoughts, these desires, felt like a betrayal. Like I was defiling his memory.I forced myself out of bed, meticulously smoothing the sheets, a futile attempt to impose order on the chaos within. Then, I headed to the bathroom for the morning routine, the motions feeling hollow and automatic.Leaving my room, my eyes instinctively drifted to Adrian's door. A phantom expectation lingered, a ghost of anticipation that he'd burst out, full of
ADRIAN'S POV"Velkommen til Norge! (Welcome to Norway!) I'm Captain Henrik Jensen, and on behalf of the entire crew, I'd like to welcome you to Oslo Airport. We hope you enjoyed your flight with us and that your stay in Norway will be pleasant. If you have any questions or need assistance, please don't hesitate to reach out. Takk for nå (thank you now), and we wish you a wonderful journey ahead!"The pilot's announcement, delivered with a comforting, almost grandfatherly tone, finally pulled me from the depths of a fitful sleep. Oslo. I'd made it.I groggily blinked, the cabin lights assaulting my eyes. Relief washed over me, a thin film over the lingering dread. It was strange, really. For six nights, Damien’s face, contorted in disgust and betrayal, had haunted my dreams. His last words, each syllable a poisoned dart."I don't want to see you again, Adrian" – echoed relentlessly. Then there was the river… seven days ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that churning wate
DAMIEN'S POVOfficer Morris sighed, the sound heavy, laden with the weight of the news he was about to deliver. "Mr. Dickins, I understand that this is a very difficult time for you. Perhaps it's best if I just tell you what we know about the incident. Mr. Raines' water clogged body was found tangled in water lilies in the river downstream. Based on the death certificate, drowning is his primary cause of death... he probably died five days before his body was recovered."I just stared, my gaze fixed on some distant point in the air, seeing nothing. Five days. Five days since I'd last seen him, since I'd last spoken to him. Five days of Adrian being…gone. I couldn't imagine what he'd been through those last hours, the fear, the cold, the fight against the relentless current.Officer Morris continued, his voice a monotone drone against the roaring in my ears. "He also sustained multiple bruises and cuts. Probably because he might have hit some rocks as the water current wa
DAMIEN'S POV The call from Officer Morris vibrated through me like an electric shock. Adrian? The police? It didn’t compute. My mind raced, grasping at straws, each one more absurd than the last. Had Adrian gotten into a fight? Impossible. He was always the pacifist, the voice of reason. But then the memory of that night, the acrid taste of betrayal, resurfaced. Maybe I didn't know him at all anymore. Maybe he'd finally snapped. Or had he turned himself in? Confessed to... what, exactly? To drugging me? To taking advantage of me? The thought was a tangled mess of anger and confusion. Why would he choose to confess at a police station, of all places? I violently shoved the final, darkest thought away, burying it deep. No. Adrian was fine. He had to be fine. A bitter promise formed on my lips. If Adrian had landed himself in trouble, I’d let him stew for a while. Let him taste the consequences of his actions. The memory of his betrayal still burned, a raw, open wound. But despite e
DAMIEN'S POV One week had passed. The Monday morning sun did little to warm the icy dread that had settled in my gut. Sleep had been a luxury I couldn’t afford, my mind a relentless battlefield of regret and anger. The silence of the penthouse, once a sanctuary, now felt like a suffocating tomb. I missed him. God, I missed him. Missing the sound of Adrian’s infuriatingly optimistic humming, the comforting weight of his presence, even the faint, lingering scent of his expensive cologne. I was adrift in this vast space, a ship without a rudder. Was this what he felt like when I was buried in work, lost in the labyrinth of my clients’ desires and anxieties? Was this the echo of my own neglect? Then, a fresh wave of anger would crash over me. No. I couldn't let myself soften. What he did was unforgivable. The betrayal, the violation… it clawed at my sanity. He’d shattered something fundamental between us, something I wasn’t sure could ever be pieced back together. Where was he even sta
DAMIEN'S POV The remaining hours dissolved into a hazy blur. One moment I was reeling from Adrian's betrayal, the next I was perched on a barstool, the cheap wood digging uncomfortably into my tailbone. Each swallow of whiskey was a desperate attempt to drown the ache, the raw, gaping hole he left behind. The burn felt almost… good. A tangible pain, a counterpoint to the emotional torment ripping me apart.Drink after drink, the world around me warped and swayed. The thumping music became a dull drone, the chatter a meaningless cacophony. I just wanted oblivion. Anything to stop the relentless replay of his face, his words, his absence.Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder. I flinched, nearly spilling my drink. A woman. She leaned in close, the scent of familiar perfume and something else, something musky and primal, filling my nostrils. I couldn't make out her features in the dim light, just a shadowy outline, a suggestion of curves.She began to rub against me, a deliberate, provocative