Night fell slowly over the mansion.
Everything was quieter.
Calmer, but not for Aria.
She stood just inside Adrian’s room, her arms folded tightly across her chest as her eyes moved around the space.
It didn’t feel like a bedroom.
It felt like him.
Controlled. Ordered. Cold.
And now—It was hers too.
The thought made her uneasy.
so uneasy.
Behind her, the door closed with a soft click.
Aria stiffened instantly.
She didn’t turn, didn’t need to.
She could feel him there.
Watching her.
Always watching.
“You’re still standing,” Adrian said.
His voice was calm.
Aria let out a quiet breath.
“I’m thinking.”
“About?”
“Where I’m supposed to sleep,” she replied, finally turning to face him.
His gaze didn’t waver.
“On the bed.”
Her lips pressed together.
“With you?”. she asked
