Adrian sat on the edge of the bed in his dimly lit hotel room, the curtains drawn tight against the morning sun. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, matching the numb buzz in his head. His gaze was unfocused, fixed somewhere on the floor, as his thoughts churned endlessly.
The knock on his door startled him. He frowned, dragging himself to his feet and opening the door to reveal Marcus.
“Good, you’re awake,” Marcus said, pushing past him into the room. His tone was sharp, a clear sign that this wasn’t a social visit.
Adrian shut the door, his shoulders slumping. “What do you want?”
Marcus turned to face him, his expression cold and unrelenting. “What do I want? I want to know what the hell you think you’re doing.”
Adrian scoffed, dragging a hand through his
