Adrian's Pov
The drive to the apartment feels like eternity. Every red light lingers too long. Every car in front of me crawls like it has nowhere important to be. My grip tightens on the steering wheel more than once, not out of anger but impatience. The night feels suspended, like it's waiting to see if I mess this up.
I've spent the past hour trying to make her believe me, that I'm not some calculated creep who hunted her down because of my brother. That I don't have some twisted, delayed revenge fantasy tucked under my sleeve.
They were kids.
Whatever happened between them belonged to a version of the world that doesn't exist anymore.
And for what it's worth… Viktor is in a better place now.
Still, I know... I see it, that there's are still some traces of doubts there. Fine. I'll let her figure me out herself. I'm not rushing trust.
