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That made him stop for a moment. His jaw tightened, and I could feel the atmosphere in the room change. Adrien looked deep in thought, almost haunted, and for the first time that night, he didn't have a snarky comeback ready.
His eyes, those sharp, green eyes that usually sparkled with mischief or defiance...appeared distant, almost empty. A few strands of his dark hair fell into his face, and under the lamp's glow, the angles of his jawline and cheekbones looked softer than usual. He wasn't just good-looking in the typical way; there was something quietly tragic about him, like he'd been carrying a heavy burden for too long.
Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's no fucking way I love her," he said flatly. "And honestly… I don't think I've ever loved anyone."
I frowned and sat up a bit. "Never?"
