Adrian sat cross-legged on the large bed, his silver eyes gleaming under the warm bedroom light. The soft scent of Ethan's cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle fragrance of lavender from the open window. Ethan leaned against the headboard, one arm wrapped around Adrian's waist as if he would never let him go.
A contemplative frown rested on Adrian's face as he stared at his hands. "I've been thinking," he murmured, his voice calm but firm. "The Shaw family... I think they're the biggest supporter of the criminal targeting us."
Ethan's eyes darkened slightly, but he remained composed. "Why do you think that?"
Adrian looked up at him, his expression unreadable. "There's too much evidence pointing in their direction. Their name keeps coming up. Whenever something major happens, they're involved—either directly or through their connections. But the biggest thing is, I remember seeing the Shaw family's head back when I was still a test subject in that lab."
