Adrian had never known exhaustion could feel like this—like a second skin, heavy and unshakable. Every morning, he dragged himself into the office, suit pressed, hair styled, mask firmly in place. He smiled at the receptionist, made small talk by the coffee machine, typed out endless reports that blurred into one another. To his coworkers, Adrian was the dependable colleague, the quiet one who never complained, the man who carried too much responsibility but bore it gracefully. But underneath the surface, every step felt like wading through water. His double life was pulling him under. By day, he was “Adrian the employee,” normal, responsible, functioning. By night, he was “Adrian the possession.” Evan’s Adrian. The role he never agreed to play, but one that was written into every corner of his existence. And the cracks were starting to show. -- That Monday morning, Maya leaned across his desk with narrowed eyes. “You look like hell,” she said bluntly, sipping her coffee. “And
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