The days leading up to the full moon felt like an endless series of small moments, each one building the pressure between Adrian and me. The connection was undeniable, and the pull between us only grew stronger. Every glance, every word spoken, seemed to carry weight, as if we were inching closer to some inevitable conclusion.
It was late one evening when I found myself standing outside Adrian’s apartment, the city lights flickering in the distance like distant stars. I had told myself I was here for answers, for clarity. But even as I knocked on his door, I knew that wasn’t entirely true. There was something else drawing me in, something deeper, something I couldn’t explain.
When the door opened, Adrian stood in front of me, his expression unreadable. His presence was always overwhelmin
