Adrian’s POV
I didn’t think I’d ever get used to living in Soren’s world. Everything about it felt like a performance, perfect suits, cold smiles, and conversations that meant the opposite of what they sounded like.
But over the past few weeks, I had learned how to move through it. Maybe not gracefully, but enough to survive. Enough to stand beside Soren without flinching when someone whispered about our “arrangement.”
I knew it still bothered him. Every time we showed up at an event together, his jaw would tighten just a little. He’d pretend not to notice the stares, the sly smiles, the pity. But I could feel the tension in him—how much he hated the loss of control.
Tonight was one of those nights. The Knights’ annual investor dinner. Expensive, loud, and full of people who believed
