The hallway to Yu's room was dim, washed in the warm glow of modern sconces that lined the walls. Yu padded softly, careful not to wake anyone. The nursery conversation with Vera lingered in his thoughts like a whisper—
"You don't have to keep it all to yourself."
He eased his door open, letting the faint pink light of the canopy lamp spill across the threshold. Adrian was still where Yu had left him, nestled on the bed beneath the gauzy curtains, his breathing slow and steady.
Relief softened Yu's shoulders. He crossed the room quietly and set his phone on the nightstand, then sat on the edge of the mattress.
For a long moment, he just watched Adrian sleep. There was something grounding in the man's presence—even in rest, his features were strong yet softened by the loose strands of dark black hair that had fallen across his brow.
