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ADRIEN MICHEAL Name: Adrien Surname: Micheal Age: 24 Species: Vampire Height: 6'4 Speciality: Able to read minds Relationship Status: Single Character: Polite, kind, gentleman, behaviour, smart, loyal, funny, strong. Adrien is a best friend of Daniel and Frost. The three of them grew up together. Daniel always treats Adrien like his own brother. He is also the right hand of Daniel, whenever Daniel needs something he asks Adrien straight. Adrien has played a very important part in Daniel's past for which Daniel can never forget what has Adrien done for him. Adrien is a person of calm personality but merciless when someone tries to harm the people he loves.

"I want you to pack your things and get out of here." "What?" Her face was the best of the paintings. I couldn't help but laugh at her face, causing her to look at me as if she wanted to kill me. Oh, she was sure she wanted to kill me. "You heard me," he replied in an Alpha tone. Did Adrien always look so inviting? He looked much more attractive than ever. His hair had gotten messy and one of his strands was falling down to cover one of his beautiful eyes, so different, so enigmatic. His eyelashes were enviable and he had beautiful, luscious lips. They seemed to be calling me, inviting me to come closer and mark territory.

Camille leaned forward immediately, brushing his hair back. “I’m fine.” He said softly. “My chest hurts a little.” “What happened, sweetheart? Can you tell Momma?”Camille’s eyes filled with tears, but she smiled through them. --- Earlier.... Adrian stopped near the entrance of the Villa when he saw Aria standing there, licking a big strawberry ice cream cone. “Hi there.” Adrian said politely, offering a small wave. Aria looked up at him, surprised, then gave a shy smile. “Hello.” Adrian rocked on his heels for a second. “Want to go to the shore? I wanted to catch some fish with Daddy, but we can go together if you want.”

God help me. My gaze dropped again before I could stop it. Right to the tattoo stretched across Adrian’s chest. It was a Roman lion. Up close, it looked even more detailed. Dark ink curved sharply against bronzed skin, disappearing slightly beneath his shoulder and wrapping across hard muscle in a way that honestly felt unfairly attractive. My fingers moved before my brain approved the decision. I touched it lightly. Adrian went very still beneath my hand. “This,” I murmured softly, tracing the edge carefully with my fingertip, “looks expensive.”

“You’re going to regret this June, you’ll come back to me crying.” As if. I walked out to the courtyard and saw Jules running towards me. “June! Have you seen it??” “Seen what?” “Adrien’s post,” I frowned. “No?” She shoved her phone into my hand before I could say anything else. The screen lit up. Under the bright stadium lights, a girl in a red jersey was hugging a guy in matching colors. I recognized the hair tie. It was me and Adrien. How did he even get a picture?

Adrian said. Lionel smiled mysteriously. "We have a guest at the estate. Claude's talking to him right now. Would you like to meet him?" "Who is it?" Adrian asked softly. Lionel simply smiled and led Adrian toward the Thousand Herbs Study. As soon as they entered the courtyard, Adrian spotted an elderly man with a thick white beard. He and Claude were holding a book between them and pointing at the herbs in the courtyard. Seeing Adrian, Claude called out excitedly, "Over here, Adrian! This is Dr. Andre Sartre from Debonaire City. He’s a highly respected physician."

There were painfully few photos of Elena in the entire album. One of them had been taken by Lake Michigan when they were fifteen. In the photo, Celeste held Adrian’s arm and smiled brightly. Elena stood far away with the red cape on her shoulders, gauze around one ankle, and Adrian’s jacket in her hands. Adrian stopped breathing. Memories crashed into him like glass shattered by gunfire.

Julian feels the change before he sees the reason. Adrian arrives with Celeste. They do not rush. People like them never have to. The cameras turn toward them as if pulled by gravity. Celeste is beautiful in deep green, elegant enough to make the color look quiet rather than bold. Adrian stands beside her in black, his hand resting at the small of her back as they pause for photographs. The gesture is subtle. Protective. Polished. It cuts Julian more sharply than it should. He had known Adrian would come with her. The invitation said it clearly. Adrian Blackwell and Celeste Carrington. A pairing printed neatly on heavy paper, acceptable in public, understandable to everyone, easy to photogra

“I didn’t know what it meant to want someone beyond the war.” “Now you do.” “And I’m terrified.” She smiled. “Good. So am I.” Miles away, in an opulent townhouse on the outskirts of Marseille, Julian Cristoff and Gabe waited in a glass-walled conference room, lit only by a green-shaded lamp and the glow of encrypted laptops. The door opened. She entered without hesitation. Adriana. Tall. Sharp. Dressed in a tailored black suit and crimson blouse. Her dark eyes gleamed with intelligence sharpened into cruelty.

"I... I’m relaxed." "No, you're not," Adrien said, his hand now resting on my waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear. "Let us help you." The way he said it made my stomach flip. I glanced between them, my gaze flicking from Aries’s intense blue eyes to Adrien’s smoldering stare. They were identical yet so different—Adrien with his calm, steady demeanor, and Aries with his surprisingly playful, mischievous edge. Together, they were overwhelming.