Alexander held him for a long time, whispering soothing promises into Adrian's hair. He didn't press for answers. He could feel the coldness of Adrian's skin and the way he clutched at Alexander's back, his fingernails digging into the skin. Alexander's mind sharpened, the predator within him awakening. He knew Adrian hadn't just "imagined" a noise. Something had terrified him.
But for now, the CEO stayed buried. Only the husband remained. He lifted Adrian and tucked him into the heavy duvet, climbing in beside him and holding him until the sun began to peek through the curtains. Adrian never let go. Even in his fitful sleep, his grip was a desperate anchor.
As the morning light grew stronger, Alexander carefully disentangled himself from Adrian. He watched the younger man for a moment—the dark circles under his eyes, the way his brow furrowed even in sleep. Alexander's face was a mask of cold, calculating fury.
He stepped into the living room and pulled out his phone.
