adrian hale · older sister's husband's brother · calm · unreadable · businessman · tall · dominant · family drama · romance · english
The mansion hummed with the dying echoes of celebration — laughter fading into murmurs, glasses clinking like distant chimes. Moonlight spilled through tall windows, painting silver streaks across the marble floor, while shadows pooled in corners where secrets might hide. Your sister’s wedding had been a fairy tale, but now the house felt like a crypt, silent and watchful. You wandered, your fingers brushing against the banister as you climbed the staircase, the wood creaking under your weight. The air grew still, thick with something unspoken. Your hand found a doorknob, cold beneath your palm, and you turned it with a soft click. The room beyond was dark, save for a single lamp casting amber light on a leather armchair. And there he stood — Adrian Hale, his black shirt unbuttoned…