Soren’s POV
The night was quiet when I returned to the mansion. The rain had just stopped, leaving a soft scent of wet earth in the air. The lights were still on, glowing through the tall windows. It felt strange walking in alone. Adrian wasn’t home yet. He had gone to meet with some investors earlier that evening, and I knew he preferred to handle those things alone.
Still, the silence made me uneasy.
I dropped my keys on the marble table and loosened my tie. Everything around me looked perfect, the polished floors, the art pieces, the flickering fire in the hearth, but it didn’t feel like home. It felt like a stage, one where Adrian and I played roles neither of us fully understood.
I went upstairs and stood by the window in our room, watching the city lights blink in the distance. T
