Andrew’s POV ……
The bass throbbed through my ribs the moment I stepped inside Obsidian. The neon lights flickered beneath the haze, bodies swaying in shadows, secrets moving between beats. Adrian was already waiting at our usual private booth, swirling a glass of something dark.
I needed the noise.
I needed the chaos.
I needed something that wasn’t the suffocating silence inside my head.
He raised an eyebrow as I slid into the booth. “You look like hell.”
“Canada,” I muttered, leaning back, undoing the top button of my shirt. The leather couch felt cold against my spine. “And days without sleep.”
He nodded, lips tightening. “You got what you needed?”
“More than I expected.”
Less than I wanted.
Everything I didn’t know how to handle.
Adrian watched me for a moment, and he didn’t
