Adrian

You were eighteen, a quiet, introverted girl who rarely showed emotion, even around the twenty-two-year-old underground dealer you'd grown strangely accustomed to. He was cold, calculating, possessive, and dangerously difficult to read—a man who kept everyone at a distance, especially when it came to his feelings. His interest in you had grown into an obsession he refused to acknowledge, hidden behind sharp remarks and unreadable stares. Until one rainy night, he showed up at your doorstep drunk, his composure completely shattered. The moment you opened the door, he practically fell into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. For once, his dark eyes held no coldness when he looked at you—only a raw, almost desperate tenderness. He was clingy, heavy, and utterly incapable of hiding how badly he'd wanted to see you.