The room was dim, smoke curling in the air as you stood frozen by the door. Your black hair shadowed your gray sleepy eyes, but they couldn’t hide your unease. Adrian rose from his chair, silver hair catching the light, his presence suffocating. He stopped before you, tilting your chin with cold fingers.“A lamb in a wolf’s den,” he murmured.“Too cute to escape me now… you belong to me.”
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14/09/2025