Elara POVThe elevator lights blurred as I left the building, anger and confusion twisting together until I couldn’t breathe. The rain was relentless, soaking through my clothes, washing the city in silver.I needed noise. I needed forgetfulness. The small bar on the corner offered both.The wine was cheap, the music soft. Each sip dulled another edge of my thoughts until everything felt distant. I was halfway through my second glass when the seat beside me shifted.“Rough night?”My pulse stumbled. Adrian’s voice—low, steady, unmistakable.I didn’t look at him. “You followed me.”“Someone had to make sure you got home in one piece.”“I’m fine.”He studied me, sleeves rolled up, rain still glistening in his hair. “You don’t look fine.”I laughed without humor. “What, you want to fix that too?”His jaw tightened. “No. I just don’t want to watch you fall apart.”Something in me gave way at the sound of that—his concern, his quiet restraint. I pushed the glass toward him. “Then stop me.
Last Updated : 2025-10-15
