Adrian's Pov
The morning after felt like the calm before a storm. I woke up before dawn, my arm half-draped over Soren’s waist, the faint rhythm of his breathing grounding me in a way nothing else could. The city outside was quiet, only the hum of rain tapping faintly against the windows. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just looked at him.
He looked peaceful in sleep, something I didn’t deserve to disturb. His hair fell messily over his forehead, his face soft in the faint light. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this, just silence, no arguments, no accusations. Last night had been the first time we let down our guard instead of throwing words like weapons.
But peace was dangerous. It made me feel things I’d spent years trying to bury.
I slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake him
