로그인Davel's POVThe engine hummed beneath my grip, steady—unlike the storm sitting beside me. Ethan didn't say a word as he got inside the car. He just turned on the AC to its full speed.But silence like this?It was never empty. It was loud. Deafening. The kind that clawed at your ears even without a sound. The internal screaming was loud. Mixing with the abruptly hearable heartbeat to the ears. The kind of silence that didn't just sit between two people—it pressed down on them. On their chests. On their throats. Like a hand that refused to let go.I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.He sat stiffly in the passenger seat, shoulders tense, like he was holding himself together by force alone. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack. His hands—curled into fists over his lower thighs as he pulled his knees to his chest. Trembling ever so slightly. Like the effort of simply existing in that moment was costing him something he couldn't afford to spend.His eyes… bloodsho
Ethan's POVA little child in me giggled as they caught the candy of them. Adrian. The man whom I missed badly almost for a month of silence.Eighteen days of unanswered texts, restless nights, and hope that refused to die no matter how many times I tried to bury it. And today—my birthday—when I finally be greeted with his sight. Something inside me doesn't feel right. The happiness was there but with a wavering effect lingering inside me.Is it really him?My steps slowed.Did he come back? How come I didn’t know?My heart began to race, each beat louder than the last as my eyes locked onto his figure.Is he here to surprise me?Brushing the creeping tension away I smile nervously. A flicker of something fragile bloomed inside my chest.Is that why Davel brought me here…?Hope, bloomed.Stupid, fragile hope.I walked toward him with it stitched into every step.My eyes searched his face, memorizing every inch of him like I hadn’t already done that a thousand times before. I thought—n
Ethan’s POVAdrian left for Italy saying he has some work for a week. Seven days. Though my heart was at unease I consolidated myself that he will be fine and return soon. But even after one hundred and sixty-eight hours being completed… he did not give a single reply.Not a “I’m busy.” Not a “I’ll call later.” Not even a cold, one-word response.Nothing.At first, I told myself he was occupied.As Adrian was never the kind of man who lived a slow life—his world ran on deadlines, decisions, and danger. It made sense… right?So I waited. And I texted.Did you reach safely? Are you okay? Did you eat? Adrian… please reply.The messages kept going.Unread.Unanswered.Unfelt.Each passing day carved something out of me. Something quiet. Something vital. And soon the 7 days became longer, yet no reply.And then Davel informed, for business expansion reason he needs to extend his stay there. I frowned. Why did he not tell me? Am I not his secretary?But then I let it slide away understandin
Adrian's POVThe images weren't ambiguous. Weren't the kind that could be talked away or reframed. They were intimate in the particular way of things that are real — the careless detail, the unguarded expression, the body language of two people who had forgotten, or simply stopped caring, that they could be seen.I stared at the screen for a long time.Looking for the flaw. The edit. The timestamp inconsistency or the lighting that didn't quite match. Some technical seam I could pull apart and hold up as proof that none of this was what it looked like.I found nothing.The room around me blurred at the edges. Sound dropped away — the building's ambient noise, the hum of the ventilation, the distant murmur of the city — all of it retreating to somewhere I couldn't reach.There was no caption. No explanation from the sender. Just the images, arranged in sequence, like evidence presented without argument because the argument wasn't necessary.I set the phone down on the desk with more ca
Ethan's POVI was sitting in the corner of our room, staring at the blank space while looking outside from the balcony. Him mentioning his uncle's family keeps me restless. I can't help but panic in fear.Seven years ago, the incident which changed my destiny, I don't want it to be repeated. I don't want his family to come near me or him. I need to leave from here before they get to know about me. I need to camouflage myself again.They can't know about me. He can't know about me.He is the dead end.I wonder if me being involved with any men intentionally or unintentionally makes him so etched . He is so panic and reacting out like a beast. What if he gets to know his cousin was involved with me too?What will he do then?How will he react?It worries me more..."Hey, what are you thinking?", a voice breaks my trance. I turn to find Adrian walking toward me.I adjust myself and pass a fake smile."Nothing... Just sitting", I reply."Are you okay?", he asks. I look at him. My eyes lin
Ethan's POV:The other side of the bed was empty.That's what woke me.Not a sound, not an alarm — just the instinctive awareness of absence. The sheets beside me were cool, the indent in the pillow still there but vacant, and somewhere in the half-conscious part of my brain that registers these things before the rest of me catches up, I noted it.I lay there for a moment. Eyes still closed. Listening to the Blackwood Mansion settle around me — that low, familiar breathing of old stone and older wood that I'd gotten used to without realising it.Nothing alarming. Just quiet.I pushed myself up. Slow, blinking, hair in my face, the particular gracelessness of someone dragged out of sleep before they were ready. Swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge of it for a second, elbows on my knees, eyes adjusting to the morning light coming through the curtains.Bathroom. That was the plan. Simple. Two minutes, then back to bed.I stood. Padded across the room in my socks.An
Third Person POV“There should be no mistake… and make sure no one sees you.”The voice was low, controlled yet edged with firmness like a warning.The back gate lobby of the club was a stark contrast to the chaos inside. The music was reduced to a distant, dull thump like a heartbeat muffled behin
Ethan’s POVI didn’t realize when my thoughts drifted too far. Too deep, too him. When a sudden warmth over my hand pulled me back.I blinked, looking down.Davel.His hand rested lightly over mine, not tight, not forceful just enough to ground me.“You zoned out,” he said softly. I let out a breat
Adrian’s POVI had few drinks, and on top of that a cigar, had made my head light weight. My mind was focused on Ethan as I see him on my screen, my eyes glued as he works relentlessly, having no water or food but a cup of coffee.He hates black coffee but still haves it when working dedicately whi
Adrian's POV Morning came earlier than usual, I only slept for barely 4 hours. My eyes were heavy and voice was heavy but still leaving the bed I went to get ready. Getting into a brown suit with lemon yellow shirt I dress up for the day. Today, I have a important meeting and other things to handl







