LOGINThe hallway felt different the moment Ethan walked out of the interrogation room. It was quiet the way the air becomes after thunder tears through the sky and leaves the world momentarily stunned. A storm had passed, and all that remained was the heavy, humming silence that comes after truth had finally been spoken.
Ethan stood a few feet away with the people who had waited for him—Lydia, Elena, Adrian, Aria curled up in Elena’s arms, and Evelyn hovering close. Their little cluster fAdrian had barely stepped through the front door when the warmth of home rushed up to meet him—soft light, the faint aroma of tomato stew simmering somewhere in the house, and the lingering echo of childlike humming. He exhaled, shoulders easing in a way they never did at the office.He still had that smile on his face.The one he’d failed—absolutely failed—to get rid of all day.The one that kept returning every time his mind whispered the memory of Elena’s lips against his, or the way she’d breathed that soft, trembling confession into his chest.He had no idea how he was still alive.He didn’t even get a chance to take off his shoes before he heard them—tiny, rapid footsteps scrambling across the wooden floor. They were panicked in rhythm but excited in volume, like someone racing to a finish line she wasn’t sure she wanted to win.Adrian barely braced himself when Aria shot around the corner.Her hair was sticking up on o
The moment Adrian stepped into the building, the atmosphere shifted.People paused mid-step. Heads poked out from cubicles. Someone even gasped softly.Because their boss—famously calm, serious, and permanently straight-faced Adrian Blackwood—was smiling.Not a polite, corporate smile.A real one. Genuine. Deep. Warm. The kind of smile that softened his entire face and made him look years younger.He felt it too. Felt the muscles in his cheeks relax into it no matter how hard he tried to hold them still. He tried keeping his expression neutral, but his mouth betrayed him the second anyone met his eyes.And he absolutely, truly hated how obvious this was.But also… not really.“Good morning, sir,” one staff member said timidly.“Morning,” he replied, smiling so much the poor guy blinked like he was hallucinating.Adrian walked straight to his office, ignoring the whispers behind him. The moment
The silence didn’t feel empty.It felt charged—alive—stretching between Ethan and Lydia like a fragile thread that either one of them could snap with a single wrong move.His thumb brushed her cheek, barely there, the softest tremor of contact, but Lydia didn’t flinch or pull back. She stayed still—too still—like even breathing too loudly might ruin whatever this moment was. His unfinished sentence… the one he choked on… hung between them in the warm, quiet air.“Ethan…” she whispered, her voice almost a breath.He exhaled shakily.Did I really just say that out loud?What am I doing?What happens if I say more? And what happens if I don’t?The thoughts collided inside his head, buzzing, overlapping, overwhelming. His chest felt tight and open all at once, like something raw and unfamiliar was expanding inside him.Lydia didn’t move away.She didn’t question him.She didn’t push.Instead, her han
The hallway felt impossibly narrow, each wall pressing in like it had a pulse of its own. The silence wasn’t empty—it was heavy, vibrating with a tension that made Lydia’s chest tighten.She stood there, small, hesitant, almost fragile, the faintest tremor in her hands betraying the steadiness she tried to project. A few steps away, Ethan leaned against the wall, his jaw tight, a knot coiling relentlessly in his stomach. Fear and desire tangled in his chest, twisting, clawing.Her voice, barely more than a breath, hovering between them:“Then say it.”The words landed in his chest like a hand gripping his heart. He exhaled, uneven and shakily, nothing existed but the space between them.Ethan wasn’t used to this. He was used to control, to hiding pieces of himself carefully, like fragile glass. But now… this—this raw vulnerability—pulled him forward and pinned him at once. His pulse thudded painfully against his ribs, a drumbeat of panic and l
“Lydia—wait.”The words left Ethan before he realized he’d even spoken. They slipped out raw, too sudden, sounding more desperate than he meant. But there was no taking them back.Her quiet “I don’t know” hung in the air between them, fragile as glass.And it scared him—how much it shook him.The kitchen was silent, the overhead light casting a warm glow across her face. She stood near the doorway, fingers curled nervously at her sides, eyes lowered. She looked like she was bracing for something… something painful.And Ethan felt that pain like it was his own.He stepped forward carefully—slow, gentle, as though she might bolt if he moved wrong.“Lydia,” he said again, softer this time. “Please… look at me.”She hesitated… then finally lifted her eyes.It nearly knocked the breath out of him.Confusion. Hurt. A hint of fear. A deeper longing she was trying so hard to hide.He froze.
Lydia woke with a tightness in her chest she couldn’t ignore.The room was dim, soft morning light slipping through the curtains, but the first thing that greeted her wasn’t the sunlight — it was the memory. The exact moment her voice betrayed her last night, blurting a question she had no business asking.“Do you… have a girlfriend?”Lydia groaned and shoved her face back into the pillow.Why did she say that?Why did she ask him that?Who even sent her?She rolled onto her back and pressed her palms over her eyes.He must think I’m so immature. Asking nonsense. Distracting him while he was working…Mortification ate her alive. Her cheeks heated, her stomach knotted. She stayed in bed longer than she needed to, hoping the awkwardness would magically evaporate.It didn’t.Eventually, she slipped out of her room and walked down the hallway, forcing her expression into something calm — or at least
Adrian Blackwood had sat through hundreds of meetings, but none had ever left him this distracted.He adjusted his cufflinks as the headteacher droned on about expansion plans and scholarship programs. He nodded at all the right places, even offered a faint smile when numbers were mentioned — but h
“Mommy, do I really have to wear the pink one?”Elena Hart looked up from the stove, spatula midair, as her daughter stood in the doorway with a pout only a five-year-old could perfect. Aria’s tiny hands tugged at the hem of her bubblegum-pink dress like it was made of thorns.“You said you liked i
Adrian stared at the skyline through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of his office, the city glinting beneath a pale afternoon sun. Cars glided along the streets below, distant and insignificant, yet his mind wasn’t on the deals stacked on his desk or the proposal waiting for his approval.He wa
“Mommy, is he really coming today?”Aria’s voice came out bright and excited as she munched on a piece of toast, crumbs dusting her lips. Her feet swung beneath the kitchen stool, tapping the rung with happy impatience.Elena poured coffee into her chipped white mug, trying to keep her voice stead







