로그인*********The moment Adrien and Selene walked out, the space they left behind felt too open.The glass doors slid shut behind them, soft music from the main dining hall drifting back in. People laughed at nearby tables. Waiters moved between guests with quiet steps. Wine glasses clinked. Life kept going.At their table, everything stopped.Adrien’s chair sat empty at the head. Selene’s beside it.For several long seconds, no one spoke.Mireille Voss was the first to move. She slowly placed her napkin down, her fingers tight around the cloth. Her face stayed calm, but the tension under it was clear.“Well,” she said at last, her voice smooth but cold underneath, “that was… unexpected.”Across from her, Celeste Vale let out a small, forced laugh. “Adrien has always been dramatic,” she said quickly. “He probably just needed a moment.”Richard Vale leaned back in his seat, his jaw tight. “A moment doesn’t make a man walk out on his family.”No one rushed to answer that.The empty space Ad
SELENEI stepped out of the car and the first thing I felt was the cold air against my face. Not sharp, just crisp. The lights of the E3 Hotel glowed across the street, tall and clean and too perfect. Guards stood near the doors, dressed in dark suits, eyes sharp. Everything about this place screamed money and power.Adrien walked beside me, one hand on my lower back as we moved forward. He did not squeeze. Did not rush me. Just guided me calmly through the glass doors.Inside, everything was quiet in a rich way. Soft music. Low voices. Polished floors you could almost see your face in. I felt out of place the second my heels touched the floor.We were led to a private dining space at the back. Curtains drawn just enough for privacy without being closed off. The table was already set. Too many forks. Too many glasses.As soon as we stepped in, they all stood.Adrien’s mother sat at the head of the table. Straight back. Calm face. Watching me like she was trying to read every line on m
SELENEI stayed quiet even after Adrien stepped out of the room. The door clicked behind him, soft but heavy, like it left a weight in the air instead of taking one with it. I didn’t answer him, not a word, not a nod. He spoke, I stayed still. That was how things worked between us now.But the moment he was gone, everything inside me tightened. My chest, my stomach, my throat—like my body finally understood what he’d said. Dinner. With his family. Out there, in public, beside him, pretending everything was fine or at least under control.I didn’t want to go. That was the simple truth. I didn’t want to sit beside him or be seen as something he owned. I didn’t want to deal with his family’s eyes or questions or the quiet stares that always followed when people didn’t know what to make of me. But refusing him—no, that always turned into something worse. Not yelling or hurting. Just more pressure. More silence. More ways of reminding me how trapped I was.I sat on the edge of the bed for
SELENEWhen I opened my eyes, it wasn’t like before. There wasn’t that crushing weight on my chest, or that strange ache pulling at every corner of my body. My head felt clearer. My limbs didn’t feel like they were made of stone. I sat up, slowly, but this time, I didn’t need to use the headboard to do it. I just… did.It was quiet outside, the sun already hanging high like I’d slept half the day away. Maybe I had. But I wasn’t mad at it. For the first time in days, I actually felt like myself again.I swung my legs off the bed and stood. No spinning. No wobble. Just me, on my feet.The bathroom felt cold when I stepped in, but I didn’t care. I turned on the tap and let the bath fill with warm water, the kind that wraps around your skin and pulls all the tiredness out of your bones. I took my time. Washed my hair. Scrubbed my skin. Soaked until the water turned lukewarm and I was pruning. It felt like peeling off days of sickness, sweat, and Adrien’s hovering presence.I stepped out,
SELENEWhen I opened my eyes, the sun had already pushed its way past the curtains, spilling quiet light across the room. For a second, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Everything was still. No movement, no sound, not even the usual distant echo of the staff going about their business.My body felt less heavy, but not by much. I shifted under the covers and tried to push myself up, slowly, using my elbows to guide me. A sharp ache pulled across my shoulders and lower back. My limbs felt sore like I’d been thrown around, and my throat still scratched every time I swallowed.I moved to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but the room spun the second I lifted my head. I froze, swallowing against the dizziness, and laid back down.Just then, the door opened.A woman in a soft blue uniform stepped in, her face calm and practiced. The nurse. She looked surprised to see me awake.“Oh—good morning, Mrs. Adrien,” she said gently, walking toward me. “How are you feeling?”I hate
SELENEWhen I opened my eyes, the soft light in the room made me squint. Everything felt hazy, my head pounding faintly, my limbs heavy. For a moment, I didn’t even recognize where I was. Slowly, as my vision cleared, I realized I was in my room, lying on my bed.I tried to sit up, but my body protested, weak and sluggish. My mind scrambled to piece together what had happened. When did I fall asleep? The last thing I remembered was—Adrien.The argument. His cold, unyielding presence. The dizziness that had overwhelmed me. My body shutting down mid-protest. I pressed a hand to my forehead, wincing at the faint ache as the memory returned. He’d grabbed me, and I’d lost consciousness.I exhaled shakily, my gaze sweeping the room. That’s when I noticed it. A drip stand stood by the side of the bed, an IV attached to my arm. I stared at it, bewildered, and then noticed a small tray on the table nearby, lined with medical supplies I didn’t recognize.When did all of this get here?The door







