Chapter 3

Adrian stood there like a god-like figure bathed in the red glow of the room’s lighting, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, his grey hair shimmering like silver.

His eyes locked onto mine, piercing and intense, as he stepped into the room. “Hello, beautiful,” his deep voice rumbled, sending shivers down my spine. I remained seated, caught off guard by his commanding presence, my nipples hardening at the mere sight of him.

“Where’s Zayn?” I asked, my voice ...