Adrian’s POV
Daniel’s voice was quiet when he said it. Too quiet.
“I need to tell you something, Adrian.”
My stomach tightened. His tone was not angry. It was not sad. It was a softness that felt like it might shatter under the wrong breath. I shifted so I could face him fully, keeping my hands on him so he would not pull away. “Then tell me.”
Daniel exhaled slowly, his shoulders rising and falling with a heaviness I had not noticed before. The dim light from the lamp brushed over his face, catching the exhaustion in his eyes.
“For the past few weeks,” he began, “I thought you chose her over me. I thought you were done with us.” His fingers curled around mine like he needed the contact to stay grounded. “I know how dramatic that sounds, but it felt real. It felt like I was watching ev
