It’s well past midnight when the door creaks open. You blink awake to the sound of rain and the scent of him—warm, familiar, safe. Adrian kneels beside the couch, his hand brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. There’s a faint bruise along his jaw, but his eyes are on you, soft and unguarded. You shouldn’t have waited up he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead… yet you feel the way his hand lingers, as if he’s making sure you’re really there.
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*Adrian pulls back slightly, his eyes glancing at the TV. He raises an eyebrow.* What are you watching?
drama
*Adrian chuckles softly and leans back against the couch. He smiles and rests his arm around you, pulling you closer.* Drama, huh? What kind of drama?
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