After Adrian asked his question, Raya didn't reply. She remained silent, her jaw tight, eyes focused on some invisible point in the distance. Adrian, sensing her stubbornness, or maybe her hesitation, let the matter drop for the moment. The silence stretched between them, thick, almost suffocating, yet strangely comfortable in its intensity.
By the time they reached the penthouse, neither of them had said another word. They moved through the grand hallway, the soft click of their shoes against the polished marble echoing faintly. Raya walked slightly ahead, her steps brisk, her mind still replaying the events of the evening. Adrian followed, a quiet shadow, his presence a constant pressure behind her.
As soon as they stepped into the room, Raya instinctively moved to enter first.
That was when Adrian acted.
