A Glimpse Of Vulnerability
Isabella’s POV
The morning after my tense encounter with Adrian felt strangely… calm. Almost too calm.
I stepped into the office building, my heels clicking softly against the polished floors. The usual buzz of early-morning activity filled the space—the ringing of phones, the tapping of keyboards, the occasional murmur of conversations. It was routine. Predictable. And yet, something felt off.
I shook off the thought and headed straight to the breakroom, determined to stick to my usual routine. If I let myself dwell on him, on the way he’d looked at me last night, on the way his voice had wrapped around my name like a warning, I’d go crazy.
Instead, I busied myself making coffee—his coffee. A habit I had picked up against my better judgment. Strong, no sug
