Adrian’s POV
The first morning back in the city, the skyline looked, muted. After three days of salt air and the wild, unrestrained sound of waves crashing against the villa, the city felt like a cage of glass and steel. Elena was still asleep when I slipped out of bed, her hair spilling over the pillow like a dark halo. I stood for a moment, just looking at her, at the soft, relaxed curve of her mouth, the faint mark of my teeth still imprinted on her shoulder, and felt that familiar tightening in my chest.
I wanted this. Not just this moment, or the three days of raw passion and whispered confessions we’d left behind, but her. Permanently. No more shadows of my past or my father’s interference. No more doubts about what we were building.
I wanted a future with Elena Hart, and the idea
