Kian had spent months fighting for control, proving himself, pushing back against everything and everyone that tried to put him in a box.
So waking up in Adrian Blackwell's bed should have felt like a loss.
But it didn't.
It felt like a shift.
Something new.
Something dangerous.
And for the first time, Kian didn't want to run from it.
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Adrian smirked as he watched Kian sip his coffee, still tangled in the expensive sheets.
"You look good in my bed."
Kian rolled his eyes but didn't move. "You're insufferable."
"And yet," Adrian drawled, "you're still here."
Kian sighed, setting the cup down. "Don't start gloating. I haven't even had breakfast yet."
Adrian chuckled, standing from the bed and stretching, all long lines and smug confidence. "Then get dressed. I'll make something."
Kian blinked. "You? Cooking?"
Adrian smirked over his shoulder. "I'm full of surprises, Vale."
