ADRIAN'S P.O.V.
The moment Teresa and her little ones set foot on my estate, it was like someone had cracked open a window in a room that had been locked up for years. The air changed. Warmer, lighter, and just a little too bright for someone like me. I wasn't used to this kind of... vibe. My world was all shadows, silence, and cold, and here they were—bringing noise, warmth, and a level of chaos I wasn't sure I'd signed up for.
The twins were a force of nature. Their laughter bounced off the walls like a melody I didn't realize I'd been missing. Not that I'd admit it, of course. The first time they zoomed past me in the hallway, giggling like a couple of tiny gremlins, I nearly dropped my glass. And Teresa? Sweet, skittish Teresa. She floated around the house like a butterfly that had wandered into a lion's den—delicate, fluttery, and completely unaware of the emotional hurricane she'd stirred up.