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Ch. 7: Who does Adrian belong to?
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2025-09-19 02:03:22
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Don Enzo Rossi leaned back in his leather chair, his presence heavy as stone. A single ring glimmered on his pinky as he tapped the table, the sound sharp as a metronome. His lieutenants sat on either side: Baldassare, broad-shouldered with a scar cutting across his cheek, and Niccolò, lean, sharp-eyed, his fingers perpetually drumming like he was counting invisible coins. Across from them sat Cassandra, poised, a glass of red wine untouched before her.“Let’s not waste the dark,” Enzo began, his gravel voice slicing through the quiet. His eyes narrowed, lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “A thousand kilos of snow, pressed and polished so finely it will ride the shine.”Cassandra felt her pulse quicken. She knew this was coming—had studied enough of her father’s habits to predict the move—but hearing the weight, the sheer audacity, still pulled at her ribs.Baldassare grunted. “One thousand? You’re bold, Don.”“Not bold,” Enzo corrected. “Precise.” He tapped the le
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Adrian stood in a meadow, sunlight pouring through a pale sky. His mother was there, standing at a distance in her familiar white gown, her smile the same as when she used to tuck him in at night.“Adrian,” she called softly, her voice a balm. “You’ve grown into everything I hoped for. I’m proud of you.”He took a step forward, heart leaping. “Mom—don’t go, please—”But the sunlight dimmed. The air thickened. Dark clouds rolled across the meadow, swallowing the light. His mother’s figure began to blur, fading like mist until only her gown remained—dropped on the grass, soaked red with blood.Adrian’s throat closed. “No!” He stumbled forward, reaching down with trembling hands. The fabric clung to his fingers, damp, reeking of iron. His chest heaved, panic clawing at his lungs.“Adrian! Wake up—hey, wake up!”His eyes snapped open. He was back in his bedroom, sweat cooling on his brow. Ethan stood over him, concern in his hazel eyes, a cup of coffee in his hand.“You were yelling,” Eth
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“You’re asking me to be the man who stands next to you when the world finds out.”“I’m asking you to be the man I wake up next to,” Adrian corrected softly.The words hit him like a physical touch. Ethan didn’t trust his voice, so he leaned in instead, kissing Adrian again slower this time, lingering like a promise neither of them knew how to keep. When they finally pulled apart, Adrian rested his forehead against Ethan’s. “Whatever happens, we face it together.”Ethan nodded, even as a shadow of doubt flickered in his chest. He wanted to believe that was enough. He wanted to believe Adrian could protect them both from the world they were about to provoke. The penthouse lights were dimmed, the city spread below them in a glittering ocean of gold and steel. Ethan stood at the window, trying to convince himself this wasn’t a mistake. His reflection stared back at him, dark-eyed and hesitant, until Adrian’s arms slid around his waist from behind.“Still thinking about running?” Adrian’s
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