Elena’s POV:
"May I come in?"
The familiar voice said, and my heart skipped a beat as I glanced toward the window. Adrian stood there, silhouetted against the morning light, his piercing gaze locked onto me.
I wanted to ignore the sudden warmth spreading through my chest—the foolish relief that he had finally come—but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I remained silent, stepping away from the window and settling onto my bed. I left it open.
Adrian took it as permission. In one smooth motion, he climbed inside, moving with the kind of grace only someone like him could possess. He sat beside me, his scent wrapping around me, but neither of us spoke.
Then, at last, he broke the silence.
"I saw your letter."
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” he c
