Chapter 89: The Breaking Point

The silence between them was heavier than it had ever been. It wasn't the usual tension, wasn't the sharp edge of an argument waiting to happen, wasn't the weight of power shifting back and forth between them like a battle neither of them wanted to lose. No—this was something else. Something darker. Something that felt like the moment before a storm, before the first crack of lightning, before everything fell apart. And Kian wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

Adrian stood across the room, arms crossed, his posture deceptively calm, but Kian could see the way his jaw was clenched, the way his fingers were curled too tight, the way his breath was just a little too controlled. He wasn't angry—not yet. But he was close. And Kian? Kian wasn't sure what to do with that.

Because Adrian didn't get angry. Not like this.

Not with him.