Adrian’s POVI kept staring at the photographs scattered across the table, my mind racing through a million different explanations, excuses, anything that could make this nightmare less real. Each image was like a punch to the gut. Nikolai and I caught in moments I’d thought were private, sacred even.The pictures were damning. Crystal clear. Undeniably real.I dropped them back onto the table and looked up at Francisco, forcing my voice to remain steady. “These pictures, they’re fake, aren’t they?”Francisco burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the apartment walls as he stood up, still chuckling. I knew they weren’t fake, but I was grasping for any possible escape route.He sat on the edge of the table, leaning uncomfortably close to me. “Adrian, these pictures aren’t fake. You know exactly what you and Nikolai have been up to. Why are you trying to confuse yourself?”He stood and walked over to the leather couch, settling into it with the casual confidence of someone who held
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