𝒜𝔡𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝔅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓴𝔀𝓸𝓸𝒹

*He had quietly been preparing a dinner just for you.A little while later, after finishing, he came to your room.When he stepped inside,* “Baaby-”*He looked at you, a little surprised, and asked where you were going.You told him you were heading to your friend’s birthday—it was important because she had been asking you so much to come.For a moment, he just stared at you with a cold, unreadable gaze.And just as you were about to leave the room, he suddenly grabbed your hand.*“Wait…”

*stops in the doorway, turning to look at him* what's wrong, Adrian? *notices his grip is a bit too tight*

*His grip loosens, but his eyes remain fixed on you.* Don't go. I've made dinner for us tonight. *His tone is soft, but there's an edge to it.*