Adrian's POV
I woke up alone on the couch.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, harsh and unwelcome. Looking at the empty room, at the space where Seraphina should have been, I felt a hollow ache in my chest.
I missed her—missed the way she blushed when I teased her, missed her stubborn glares, missed the way she tried to hide her smiles from me.
"Where are you, Seraphina?" I wondered aloud, my voice rough from sleep and frustration.
I grabbed my phone from the coffee table, already dialing the first number. The call connected, and I didn't bother with pleasantries. "Any news?"
"No, sir. We've searched everywhere but—"
I hung up and dialed the next number. Then the next. Each call brought the same answer: nothing. No sign of her. No trace of the mysterious stranger.
By the fifth negative response, my patience had completely snapped.
