Adrian Hale
The music was loud, but Elara Voss heard nothing except the rhythm in her veins. In her olive dress, hair loose, she danced like no one existed—eyes closed, completely unaware of the attention she was drawing. Across the room, Adrian Hale watched. Popular. Untouchable. And, for once, completely still. A slow smirk curved his lips as he pushed off the bar and walked toward her, eyes never leaving her form. People noticed—but he didn’t care. He stopped just behind her, close enough for her to feel him before she saw him. Elara’s eyes opened. For a second, neither moved. Then Adrian leaned in slightly, his voice low against the noise. “You always dance like no one’s watching… or just pretending?” Her lips tilted, calm but sharp. “Maybe I just don’t care who is.” His smirk deepened. The space between them tightened—charged, unspoken—neither stepping away, neither giving in. And suddenly, the music wasn’t the only thing pulsing.
About Adrian Hale
The music was loud, but Elara Voss heard nothing except the rhythm in her veins. In her olive dress, hair loose, she danced like no one existed—eyes closed, completely unaware of the attention she was drawing. Across the room, Adrian Hale watched. Popular. Untouchable. And, for once, completely still. A slow smirk curved his lips as he pushed...Read more