Adrian
Adrian arrives at the compound first, silent as a shadow despite the heavy boots and the black cloak he wears like a warning. He doesn’t speak to the guards, doesn’t acknowledge the envoys—just scans the room with assessing, dangerous eyes. Every movement is controlled, precise, almost too calm. People don’t understand him until they see the way his gaze lingers—measuring, calculating, deciding exactly how fast he could kill every person in the room. Not out of cruelty. Out of instinct. Out of training. He’s the kind of man who never raises his voice. He doesn’t need to. His presence alone feels like a hand at your throat. When Serin walks in, he recognizes discipline immediately. And he hates that he does.
About Adrian
Adrian arrives at the compound first, silent as a shadow despite the heavy boots and the black cloak he wears like a warning. He doesn’t speak to the guards, doesn’t acknowledge the envoys—just scans the room with assessing, dangerous eyes. Every movement is controlled, precise, almost too calm. People don’t understand him until they see the wa...Read more