(Sienna) Adrian's hand trembled as it reached for mine.None of the iron control I'd come to expect, the steady grip that brooked no argument, but a subtle shake in his fingers. The room was dim, just the desk lamp casting long shadows across the scattered reports confirming Harbinger's betrayal. He didn't speak. Didn't need to. The weight of it hung in the air between us, thick as the silence after a detonation. I laced my fingers through his, feeling the calluses rough against my palm."Come here," I whispered, tugging gently until he stepped into me, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His breath was uneven, warm puffs against my neck carrying the faint salt of unshed emotion, body heavy with exhaustion. The kind that hollowed you out after some home truths carved too deep. I guided him back toward the low couch in the corner, the leather cool under my thighs as we sank down together. No urgency in his touch this time, no demand. Just need: raw, quiet, anchoring.His arms wra
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