Novel & Cerita Adrian From Miraculous

“They’ve pulled back for now. We should be safe until morning.” I nodded, wiping my hands on my pants. “Thanks.” Adrian stepped closer, his usual cocky demeanor tempered by something quieter. “You’re stronger than you think, Daniel. You keep holding this group together when everything’s falling apart.” I didn’t know what to say, so I looked away, but Adrian caught my chin, gently turning my face back toward him. “You’re extraordinary,” he said, his voice soft. “And I—” He hesitated, searching my eyes. “I think I’m falling for you.”

Miranda. Later in the evening, I found a moment alone with Adrian on the balcony. The moonlight cast warm shadows across his thoughtful face, and for a second, the noise inside faded. “I need to ask you something,” I said quietly, walking up to stand beside him. He turned to me, gentle concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Do you… do you really think Precillia is the one for you?” He looked away. Silence stretched between us before he finally answered, “Honestly, Camila, I don’t know. She’s kind, beautiful… but sometimes, I feel like we’re performing roles we were cast into, not something we chose.”

I asked, already half-turned, ready to write. “I’ve already ordered,” he said calmly. I nodded. “Alright. I’ll bring it right out.” As I turned to leave, his voice followed me. “Michelle.” I froze. Slowly, I turned back, my brows furrowed in curiosity. “Can i help you?” “I’m Adrian,” he said. “Kieran’s best friend.” My stomach twisted. Of course he was. “I need to get back to work,” I said flatly. “Enjoy your meal.”

“You’re a machine, Layla. I’m proud of you.” That warmth in his voice, the genuine protectiveness, it made the guilt sting harder. If he knew. If he ever found out. Liam suddenly cleared his throat. “She was incredible, Adrian. Honestly, I don’t think anyone else could’ve pulled it off.” I caught his eye in the mirror... just a flicker of a glance, but it was enough. The faintest spark of warmth under all that careful composure. Adrian smiled. “Of course. She’s a William.”

Adrian hissed, glaring at no one in particular. Mira panicked. Don’t tell him you can hear me! He’ll think you’re crazy! “You’re making me look insane,” Adrian muttered under his breath. Lucien frowned. “Pardon?” Mira’s thoughts spiraled faster. Don’t worry, Lucien, I ship you too! No need to be jealous! Adrian’s jaw twitched. He coughed violently, excused himself, and practically fled the scene. ---

His eyes found mine for the briefest second before sliding away. That flicker—quick, sharp, almost guilty—told me everything. He wasn’t done fighting himself. Not even close. “Morning,” I said. He nodded. “Morning.” Lucian brought him a bottle of water. Adrian accepted it with a quiet “thank you,” but his mind was far away. Somewhere else. Someone else? A thought sparked in my chest. Someone unexpected. But who? Adrian? Falling for someone? That didn’t even seem possible. He barely tolerated most humans.

The camera light clicked on. Adrian stopped instantly. His grip on Lucy’s arm didn't vanish, but it shifted. He slid his hand down to her waist and pulled her against his side in a protective, loving embrace. The transformation was so quick. The rage vanished from his eyes, replaced by a warm smile that looked perfectly genuine. "Leo! Good to see you," Adrian said, his voice smooth and charming. "The word was that Miss Quinn was deathly ill," Leo said, thrusting the microphone toward them. "There were reports of a high fever and total exhaustion. Yet here she is, looking like a dream in midnight velvet. Care to explain the miracle?"

“I’m already here.” Aria swore her heart stopped. She instinctively moved closer to Damon’s bed. The shadows shifted. A figure finally stepped into the faint strip of light from the imaging room—tall, lean, head tilted slightly like he was listening to voices no one else heard. Adrian. His eyes landed directly on Aria, and something twisted in his sick, delighted expression. “There you are,” he whispered. “My pretty little inspiration.” Damon snarled. “Look at me, you coward.”

“Adrain preachs your gospel he was madly in love with you, he talked about you morning and night days when he was off work he kept your pictures all around him. I couldn't believe my ears when he announced your break up and then I struck the golden opportunity. You were desperate and willing to hurt him for breaking your heart and I was ready to marry and make you the madam of the house, bitch you think you ate. You think you outsmarted me by getting into the Mansion as a daughter in law to execute your twisted ambition, no bitch I used you.” “W-what do you mean?” her eyes widened with fresh tears streaming down as she asked. I release my strong hold on her red and bleeding scalp. “I wanted

Joe said to Adrian looking calm giving the 'I trust you boss kinda look'. With a smug smile on his perfect face, a chiseled jaw, a long nose, and blue eyes, Adrian is the perfect example of a Demi-God, who doesn't love a good-looking guy with his lips curled upwards he looked even more handsome and devilish. "She has no choice, she owes me this much" Adrian stood up and went around his table looking at the bustling streets of New York, he reminisced about his dark past which hunts him every day of his life.