Adrian's unfinished war
With a sound that seemed decisive, the door shut behind Emilia. The click echoed in the spacious study like a hammer striking stone, final and unyielding. Adrian remained frozen for a heartbeat, standing at the center of the room, surrounded by the familiar weight of his own domain. The air seemed to thrum with the things she had left unsaid, the questions unasked, and the truths that hovered, just beyond reach. The key lay on the polished mahogany desk like a dormant threat, gleaming under the soft light, and the drawer remained locked, its secret still intact.
After years of meticulous containment, of strategy and distance, the past had finally bled into the present. And she—Emilia—had not merely observed it. She had stepped directly into it, unknowing, courageo
