The Guarded Obsession
Instead, he poured another drink, his throat tight.
“Get out.”
Damien didn’t move. “Not happening.”
Before Adrien could lash out at him, his phone buzzed. Unknown number.
His stomach twisted into a knot the moment he opened the message.
Nice speech, Adrien. Shame about the glass. Next time, I won’t miss. – L
Ice ran through his veins. Lucian. Lucian Vega.
The only man who could meet him step for step, outplay him with a grin, turn promises into blades. Adrien hadn’t seen him tonight, but the message was taunting, too close felt like his voice coiled around his throat.
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