Adrianna’s:
The morning light filtered through the dark curtains of the room, casting soft shadows on the sleek black furniture. The air was still, except for the steady rise and fall of Ashton’s chest against my back. His arms were wrapped around me, his warmth chasing away the chill of the unfamiliar space.
I don't remember arriving here. I must have fallen asleep on our date, and Ashton brought me back to his place. I didn't mind, though. I slept so well with my mate so close.
I blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings. The room was impeccably neat—too neat. The dark walls, cold marble floor, and minimalist furniture screamed practicality, but there wasn’t a hint of personality anywhere. No photos, no mementos—just rows of books neatly stacked on a tall shelf.
I shifted slig
