✤ Adrian ✤
There was something unusual about the quiet in my living room that morning. Not heavy. Not uncomfortable. Just full. Like the air had weight to it, not with tension, but with possibility. I sat on the couch beside Sera, our shoulders close but not touching. She looked content, almost glowing, wrapped in my T-shirt and the soft morning light. And yet, beneath all of my calm, something was shifting inside me. Something quick. Something real. I liked her. More than I should. More than I had expected. More than was remotely reasonable given how fast this had all happened. And the truth hit me a little harder than I wanted to admit: I didn’t actually know much about her. Not the real things. Not the pieces of her life that shaped who she was. I knew her hunger, her ambition, her des
