SOREN'S Pov
Sleep didn’t come that night.
Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned toward me, shoulders tense beneath the dim light. I could see the reflection of the city shimmering against his skin, the cold blue glow of glass towers flickering across the room.
I wanted to reach for him. I wanted to say something that would make it right. But nothing about this situation was right. Not anymore.
He hadn’t said a word since I told him about the leaked footage. Not one.
I’d seen the panic in his eyes when I mentioned it, the flash of humiliation, the fear. It twisted something in my chest I didn’t want to name.
I could handle scandal. Lies. Threats.
But not that look on his face.
I turned away, standing by the window, watching the city stretch endlessly below. Nathan had
