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“What He Does in the Dark”Adrian.AdrianAdrian wasn’t used to feeling this way.Restless. On edge. Like something small, like ants, was crawling under his skin.He was in a room. The place looked like something out of a movie. A big, old warehouse somewhere in the outskirts of the city. There were no signs, no windows, just cracked concrete and rusted doors. Inside, the only light came from a single bulb swinging from the ceiling, flickering like it was about to go off at any moment.The room smelled like sweat and kerosene. The room wasn’t cold, but it was the kind of place that made your skin crawl regardless of the weather. The city kept moving—cars honking, lights flashing. But down here, it was quiet. Too quiet.In the center of the room, a man was on his knees. The man on the floor—his name was Myles Carrington, a reporter from one of those gossip blogs. His hands were tied behind his back. His lip was split. Blood dripping from his nose to his collar. One eye swollen. One eye

Because Of YouAdrian didn’t even flinch. He leaned back slightly, still watching her.“Because I can,” he said simply. “And because someone I care about is in it.”Elara blinked. “You mean… me?”He didn’t answer right away. Just kept looking at her like she was something he couldn’t quite figure out.“Eat your food, Elara,” he said instead, voice calm but low.She raised a brow. “That’s it?”“That’s it.”They ate in silence for a few seconds before he spoke again.“Don’t you want to see your family?”The fork in her hand paused mid-air. “Not really.”“Why?”She let out a small sigh. “Because… I don’t want to force things. It’s already awkward enough. I’m sure you’ve picked up on that by now.”He nodded slightly, eyes still on her and his expression softened a little.Do you have any friends?". She asked, leaning in and big grey eyes on him.He didn't answer but she wasn't going to be deterred.“It’s just… I never see you talking to anyone. Except for business calls.”His lips twitche

“A surprise “The taillights disappeared through the gate, but Adrian’s eyes stayed fixed on the spot where it vanished, like he could still see the back of her head through the glass.His jaw tightened, hands clenching at his sides.She’s out there alone.His mind was definitely troubled, wrestling between the urge to protect her and the need to trust her. He knew he couldn’t smother her, but the thought of anything happening to her felt unbearable.The silence stretched, thick and heavy.“Boss.”One of his men stepped forward from the shadows of the garage, head bowing low.Adrian didn’t look at him right away, the muscles in his jaw twitching.“Follow her,” Adrian said quietly, his voice steady despite the tension coiling inside him. “Keep out of sight. Don’t let her know.”“Yes, boss.” The man’s voice was clipped, efficient. His hand touched the earpiece at his collar as he spoke into the walkie-talkie. “Alpha two, set the car. We have the order to follow Madam. Keep it clean. Ov

Adrian straightened, “Good job on your practice, everyone,” he said, his voice calm and measured. He looked around the room, eyes briefly scanning the students. “As a little appreciation for keeping me entertained, I’ve ordered food for you all from Katz’s Delicatessen. ”Should be here in about thirty minutes.”A ripple of excitement ran through the students. From the back, someone shouted, “You’re so cool!” and another whistled making heads turn. Adrian’s lips quirked slightly but he didn’t respond verbally, only giving a brief nod.His phone buzzed in his jacket pocket. He glanced at it—Julian’s name flashing on the screen—and excused himself. “I need to take this outside,” he said, moving toward the door with deliberate calm.Meanwhile, Elara’s thoughts raced. She walked over to Cat, her hands and legs shaking.“Here,” Cat said, holding out a bottle of water.“Thanks,” Elara muttered, her hands and legs shaking slightly as she twisted the cap open. She took a sip, wincing at the tr

Elara paced her room, bare feet dragging against the carpet as her eyes kept darting back to her phone. The message stared back at her—still unanswered. Her chest tightened, fingers curling around the nightgown she wore. She pressed the phone to her palm again, rereading the words she had sent, half tempted to delete them, half burning with anger that he hadn’t bothered to reply. He has ignored her all day again. With a frustrated sigh,she flung the phone onto the bed.Then she heard it—the low, familiar sound of his black car pulling into the driveway. Her heart skipped, but she felt a rush of relief and frustration . She yanked on the jacket of her nightgown, tying the robe around her waist hastily before heading for the door.By the time she reached the stairs, she realized she was too late. He was already upstairs, in his room. His heavy footsteps fading down the corridor toward his room.Her jaw clenched. No. She wasn’t going to let him brush her off again.—The penthouse was q