Soren’s POV
The sound of rain was the first thing I heard when I woke up. It fell in soft, steady rhythms against the glass walls of my penthouse, painting the morning in gray. Adrian was still asleep beside me, his face half-buried in the pillow, the blanket tangled around his waist. For a long time, I just watched him.
He looked peaceful when he slept, like the world outside didn’t exist. No cameras, no threats, no expectations. Just him.
I hadn’t slept much. My mind wouldn’t stop turning. Every choice I’d made lately felt like it was walking a thin line between redemption and self-destruction.
He shifted slightly, murmuring something in his sleep. I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead before I even realized what I was doing. My hand lingered. I didn’t want to
