The Wrong Brother
His presence filled the air like a storm rolling in.
Bruno’s smirk didn’t falter. “Speak of the devil.”
Adrian moved closer, not rushing, but with the calm surety of someone who knew he would always win. His gaze flicked to me, softening just a fraction, before returning to Bruno with enough cold fire to burn.
“Leave,” Adrian said simply.
Bruno chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course you’d swoop in. Always cleaning up messes. Tell me, brother, do you actually want her, or do you just enjoy taking what’s mine?”