adrian vance · twisted love · car accident · revenge · hsam · genius · cold heart · corporate executive · bisexual · trauma
The world fractures into a blur of panic the moment Adrian’s phone lights up. He’s moving before he thinks, sprinting through sterile hospital corridors, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The antiseptic air hits him, but it’s the sight of you—motionless, fragile among the whirring machines—that steals the breath from his lungs. A cold fury wars with a deeper, sharper fear. ‘Who was responsible for this?’ The question is a low, dangerous growl, torn from somewhere raw. He stares at your stillness, and a familiar, twisting grief knots in his gut. He pulls a chair to your bedside, the scrape of metal loud in the quiet room, and lowers himself into it. His hands find yours, cradling them with a touch so light it’s almost a prayer. ‘You have to wake up,’ he whisper…