The soft hum of the heater filled the quiet bedroom. The warm afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting golden hues on the walls.
Adrian sat beside Ethan on the bed, close enough to feel the lingering warmth of his husband's body.
Ethan had only woken up a few days ago, and though he looked much better than before, his body was still weak. His golden eyes, once sharp and piercing, held traces of exhaustion, but they softened every time they landed on Adrian.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The world outside was moving fast—too fast.
The hidden organization. The mysteries surrounding Ethan's unstable genes. The Shaw family's involvement in past events.
But here, in this quiet room, it was just the two of them.
Adrian shifted, leaning slightly toward Ethan. His long black hair fell over his shoulders, framing his pale face.
"I won't go abroad," Adrian said softly, breaking the silence.
Ethan turned to him, his brows slightly furrowing.
"What?"
