Adrian lay in bed, staring at the ornate ceiling of the room in Xelt Manor, the faint moonlight casting silver patterns through the large windows. His thoughts were heavy, tangled with the remnants of the dream he had shared with Ethan. Ethan's presence had been so vivid, his touch so real, yet it was all just a dream—a dream that left Adrian with an unsettling feeling in his chest.
As he replayed the dream in his mind, Adrian sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. Ethan's kisses... his warmth... it felt like he was calling out to me, Adrian thought, his silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. But something about the dream gnawed at him. It wasn't just a longing to be with Ethan—it was a sense of urgency. A feeling that Ethan was stuck somewhere, unable to reach him.