Yu pushed the door shut behind him and leaned back against it, letting out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The soft blush-pink of the room greeted him as always… but then a familiar scent caught him off-guard.
A trace of spice and cedar—Adrian's cologne.
His heart lurched. He scanned the room, and there he was:
Adrian, sitting calmly on the edge of the pink canopy bed, his dark clothes out of place in the pastel glow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Yu's breath hitched. The days of silence, the gnawing hunger, the weight of anger and guilt—all of it broke loose in a rush.
"Adrian…"
It came out as a shaky whisper.
Before he could think, Yu was across the room, closing the distance in a few quick steps and throwing his arms around Adrian's neck. The force of it almost knocked Adrian backward, but he steadied them both, instinctively wrapping his arms around Yu's waist.
