(Chelsea's POV)The scent of burnt toast and old carpet shampoo filled the corridor outside my apartment. Every evening, the faint overhead light flickered and the building's wiring decided to warn everyone that it was tired, and the scent was the same. I'd been here long enough to know which stairwells were always drafty, which neighbours slammed their doors, and which floorboards squeaked.Nothing felt familiar that night. I felt cold holding my keys. My shoulder was cut by my bag. It was the kind of fatigue that sat in your bones, and my body was already hurting from the day.Leonard's fingerprint-like gaze, meetings, and my own anxiety whenever my phone buzzed were all things I had forced myself to endure. I had promised myself that after I got home, I would lock the door, take a shower, and act as though no one could get to me.Then I caught sight of him. Like he belonged there, Adrian leaned against the wall close to my door. He had his suit jacket open. For someone who seemed t
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