The days since that night at the club felt like a blur. My mind kept drifting back to Adrian—his touch, the way he had saved me, the primal energy I felt radiating from him. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was standing on the edge of something I didn’t fully understand but desperately wanted to explore.
It was almost impossible to concentrate during class. Every time Adrian’s voice broke through the murmur of the other students, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, my heart racing as if it knew something I didn’t. There was a magnetism in the way he moved, the way he spoke, a sort of predatory grace that sent shivers down my spine.
I tried not to look at him, but I found myself doing it anyway. His dark, intense eyes were always on me—sometimes subtly, sometimes more obviously. And
