The elevator ride to Adrian's penthouse felt interminable, each floor adding another layer of tension to Kian's chest. Harlow's offer replayed in his mind, its allure mingling with the unease that had lingered since their meeting.
When the elevator finally opened onto Adrian's private foyer, Kian hesitated. The door to the apartment was already ajar, Adrian's usual attentiveness on display even in small gestures.
"Kian?" Adrian's voice called from inside, steady and calm.
Taking a deep breath, Kian stepped inside, finding Adrian in the living room. The space was as sleek and composed as its owner, dim lighting casting a soft glow over the minimalist decor. Adrian sat on the edge of the couch, his gray eyes fixed on Kian as he entered.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Adrian said, gesturing for Kian to sit.
Kian let out a nervous laugh, sinking into the seat opposite Adrian. "It's been a long day."