The next evening, Kian found himself outside an upscale restaurant, the glow of the city lights reflecting off its glass facade. He hesitated for a moment, adjusting the collar of his shirt as nerves fluttered in his stomach. Adrian's invitation for dinner had felt casual in the text, but now that he was here, it seemed anything but.
Taking a steadying breath, Kian stepped inside. The restaurant was sleek and modern, the soft hum of conversation blending with the clink of glasses. A host greeted him with a polite smile.
"I'm here to meet Adrian Blackwell," Kian said.
The host nodded and gestured for him to follow. "This way."
Kian was led to a private booth near the back of the restaurant, where Adrian was already seated. The Alpha looked effortlessly composed, his gray eyes lifting from the menu as Kian approached.
"Right on time," Adrian said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
