Adrian’s POV
The next morning, sunlight pushed weakly through the curtains, touching the edges of my face. I woke up to the faint hum of the city outside and the low sound of water running. Soren was in the shower.
For a few seconds, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember what peace felt like. The bed still smelled faintly of him — dark cologne, expensive and grounding. It should’ve comforted me, but instead, it reminded me of everything that came with him.
Power. Secrets. Fear.
I sat up, rubbing my hands over my face. My phone blinked with unread messages, reporters, friends, my mom. I didn’t open any of them. I couldn’t handle more noise.
The bathroom door opened, and Soren stepped out, a towel slung around his waist, droplets sliding down his shoulders. His express
