FEAR AND DESIRE He sinks back into the golden chair, long legs stretching out as if he owns the room, which, of course, he does. “Let’s not spoil the fun,” he says, voice casual, but the weight behind it makes my chest tighten. For a moment, I see him, not the king, the legend, the image the world worships but Adrian. The man I glimpsed that night, the man who told me he’s lonely, trapped by responsibility, suffocated by expectation. A man who rarely, if ever, gets to just… be. I recall those words, the vulnerability he had shown me. How he admitted life left him hollow, yearning for even a single night of freedom, of escape. That memory stirs something hot, dangerous, and familiar inside me, a mixture of fear, longing, and a thrill I can’t quite tame. I realize arguing with him now would be pointless. He’s a storm I can’t outrun. But maybe… maybe I can play along. Use this moment. Turn it to my advantage. I have to be t
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