Adriana stood frozen near the hallway, watching Marco as he stared out at the city skyline.
Something about the way he stood—shoulders tense, hand gripping his glass of whiskey—made him look less like the composed, untouchable man she had come to know and more like someone unraveling.
She should turn back.
She should let him have his solitude.
But something inside her pushed forward.
“You never sleep, do you?” she asked softly.
Marco didn’t flinch, didn’t turn to look at her. He simply took another slow sip of his drink before replying, “Not when there’s too much on my mind.”
Adriana hesitated before stepping further into the dimly lit room. “Is it business?”
A low chuckle escaped him, bitter and quiet. “Everything is business, Adriana.”
She frowned, moving to stand beside him. Th
