LOGINAdrian's POV"Hak... hak..."The sound broke through before anything else did. Raw. Wet. Tearing its way out of his throat in short broken bursts.I froze completely, my whole body going still except for the frantic hammering of my own heart. I watched his eyes flutter, half opening, unfocused, the pupils struggling to fix on anything at all. He looked at me and through me at the same time, like I was nothing more than a shape and a blur of light standing over him.He's alive. He's breathing. He's alive.I pulled him into my arms before I could stop myself, holding him like my own life depended on the grip of my hands. I didn't care how it looked. I didn't care that Rosamund stood watching from the doorway with her hand still pressed over her mouth. I just held him."Ethan. Ethan, I'm here. I'm right here."His face didn't change. No recognition crossed it. His eyes stayed distant, glassy, drifting somewhere past my shoulder like he couldn't place where the sound of my voice was even
I sat in the car for quite long after the outbreak. Tired and exhausted, resting my head on the head rest with eyes closed. When my hands finally stopped shaking and breath got even. I wiped my face hard, dragged my palm down as if I could scrub the thought off. Then sighing deeply, I pushed the door open and stepped out into the afternoon air, telling myself that "I'm okay". But ended up buying a few more minutes to breathe. To fold my own storm back into its box before I had to face Ethan again. But I never got those minutes. The moment I rounded the driveway and went inside the house, I heard it. "Ethan dear, can you hear me. Please answer my child", Mrs. Rosamund yells. While her hands were banging the door. As she slammed her fists against wood. Frantic, relentless, the sound carrying all the way down to where I stood frozen for half a second, my body refusing to move before my mind had even caught up. "Ethan! Ethan, open the door!" Rosamund kept on chanting. Her voi
Author's POVUpstairs the panic had already eaten in the room. Ethan couldn’t stay still. He paced from the window to the bed and back again, then to the wall, then to the door, then back to the window. His hands wouldn’t stop moving, raking through his hair, pressing hard against his temples, opening and closing like they could push the air out of his lungs. He sat on the edge of the mattress. Then he stood up immediately. Dropped to the floor with his back against the bedframe and pulled his knees to his chest so tight that it hurts. Nothing helped. The walls felt too close. The air felt thin and wrong, like it had less oxygen than it should.James was coming.The last person on earth he ever wanted near him again was walking back into this house. Into the same air. The same life he had been trying to glue back together with shaking hands for months. Every careful step, every night he managed to sleep without waking up choking, every time he let Adrian touch him without flinching
The name hit him like a fist to the throat.Ethan stumbled back two steps hard. His heel caught the edge of the rug and the vase. Blue porcelain, the one Grandpa always kept filled with whatever flowers were in season, went over. It smashed against the floor with a sharp, final crack. Shards skittered everywhere. He didn’t look down. Didn’t feel the possibility of glass under his feet. The only thing that existed was the name still hanging in the air and the certainty that followed it like a shadow: "James was coming."James was already close enough to be spoken about inside this house.Adrian turned first. Grandpa a second later. Both of them stared at the broken pieces, then at Ethan’s face.“Are you okay?” Adrian’s voice was already moving toward him, hand half raised like he might catch him if he fell.Ethan heard the words but they meant nothing. His mouth shaped “I’m fine” automatically, flat and empty, and then his body just turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. He took the s
Author's POVThe bedroom held them both in silence.Sunlight slid low through the curtains, throwing pale gold across the sheets. Ethan's head rested against Adrian's chest, rising and falling with each breath. Neither of them spoke. There was nothing to say. The exhaustion from the night before had settled deep into their bones, and for once, neither fought it.Adrian's arm tightened around him in his sleep. A small, unconscious gesture. Like even unconscious, he refused to let go.*This is what peace feels like,* Ethan thought, right before sleep pulled him under too. *I forgot.*They woke hours later, tangled and warm, the light outside shifting toward evening.The private beach stretched empty and golden when they finally stepped onto the sand, shoes discarded somewhere behind them. The waves came in soft and unhurried. For a while they just stood there, watching the water.Then Adrian dropped to his knees and started digging."What are you doing," Ethan asked, laughing despite hi
Ethan's POVI woke to an empty bed. He wasn't on his side, and I frowned, still sore beneath the sheets, the ache settling deep as I lay wrapped in them. Groaning, I pushed myself up, and my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. My body was painted with his marks, claimed in reddish patches across my skin. Heat rose in my cheeks as the memory of last night came rushing back, warm and giddy, curling low in my stomach."Jeez, Ethan. Stop blushing," I muttered to myself, and fled to the washroom.When I stepped out, a note was stuck to the mirror.*Come to the terrace,* it read.My cheeks warmed faintly. My heart thudded behind my ribs, dramatic and unreasonable, as I glanced at my reflection one last time before making my way upstairs, breath uneven, pulse caught in some soft, nervous rhythm.The moment I reached the terrace, my breath caught entirely. An infinity pool stretched before me, glinting under the morning light. Breathtaking."Wow," I breathed, stepping closer.A breakfast
Ethan’s POVThe car stopped in front of the big black gates, standing tall, towering up with all its authority and glory. The name beside it engraved on the marbles in gold read “Blackwood Mansion”. I gulp as the guard signals the car to pass inside and soon an extraordinarily big garden, with a fo
Ethan’s POV"Sign this paper, and you'll get unlimited money access!", he smirks as I look at him in despair. His voice is smooth, but at the same time, deadly. He sits across from me as if he owns everything, including my fate. His face is calm, body relaxed while the darkened orbs tell a differe
Ethan’s POVHow long was he watching us? And why?Before I could excuse or walk to him, Adrians walked to me, his eyes throwing daggers and my breath hitched. "Can I just borrow my partner from you?", he asks, holding me from my arms.His hold tight made me witter in pain but forcing a smile I walk
Ethan’s POVIt was 5:00 pm and I was resting in my room thinking Adrian is off to work, when I found him walking in my room making me startled. "Aren't you supposed to come at 7:00 pm?", I blurted my thoughts loudly."Is it?", he cocks his brows at me. "I thought I was a free king, and I can chang







