The house was quiet when Adrian returned; everywhere was silent except for the soft humming of insects outside. It had been an exhausting day for him. He was exhausted from the business meetings and calls he had to attend, the meeting with Dante, and the thoughts of Rhea.
As soon as he got to his room before he even turned on the main light bulb, he rolled his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. He needed rest, and where else would he get it if not in his private chambers—a space only a few had ever entered?
It was a room that reflected him: dark wood, minimal décor, a stocked bar, and a single large armchair by the fireplace. A place where he could breathe, think, and escape the chaos of the world outside.
But he didn’t know that for that night he wasn’t alone.
Rhea was sitting on th
