Adrian’s POV.
“Adrian,” she began softly, her voice breaking a little, “we need to stop… whatever this is. This… thing between us.”
I blinked, not fully understanding at first. “What?” My heart dropped. I knew where this was going, but I didn’t want to hear it.
She took a deep breath, avoiding my eyes. “I’m older than you. People won’t accept it. Society won’t accept it. And you—”
She hesitated, glancing away. “You have a fiancee. You can’t do this to her.”
My chest tightened. No. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Not when everything felt so clear to me.
“Katherine, no,” I said, shaking my head. “You can’t just… stop this. I feel safe with you. You make me feel like myself, like I don’t have to pretend.”
She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes again. “It’s not about how you feel,
