Adrian stepped out of the bathroom, now fully dressed, and saw Ariana lying on the bed.
A wave of relief washed over him—she was still there. Still in the same room, even after what happened.
He had… almost lost control.
When they were making love, things had gone too far. His heart had raced, his thoughts clouded, and the only thing that filled his mind was her—his craving for her, the warmth of her touch, the feeling of wanting her completely.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the world, not himself—only Ariana and the pleasure she gave him.
But that feeling… it scared him. More than anything else. Because he had seen what happens when he truly loses control.
Back then, when he died and his consciousness slipped away, he had become a monster. He had hurt Ariana and Ruby—people he loved. He remembered their tears, their screams, their helplessness. No amount of apology could erase that memory.
