Her grip tightened, not in desperation, but in resolve.
"We really need to talk."
Adrian turned around slowly and looked at her, his expression unreadable.
"What do you want to talk about...?" he asked.
"The night at the Hart mansion," Raya said quietly.
Adrian's brows barely shifted. "What's there to talk about, Raya?" His tone was gentle, almost patient, as though he were trying to explain something simple. As though the answer should already be obvious.
"There's a lot to talk about," Raya insisted.
He exhaled softly, the sound carrying resignation more than agreement. It was clear he didn't want this conversation, but he wasn't walking away either.
"Adrian," she continued, her voice trembling just slightly, "I just want to know what kind of relationship we have right now. What I am to you… and what you are to me. That's all. I'm not asking for too much, right?"
"No," Adrian said calmly. "You're not."
Relief flickered in her eyes.
