Lucian woke up to the sound of a persistent knock on his door, the rhythmic tapping cutting through the silence of his room like tiny daggers. The sound though light, was to him so loud and annoying that the moment he opened his eyes, his fingers twitched with the urge to vaporize whoever was out there disturbing his peace, his eyes burning with irritation.
"Boss?" Adrian's voice finally echoed from outside, the tentative call announcing his identity, but that didn't ease Lucian's annoyance. If anything, the familiar voice only made his jaw clench tighter.
"Go away," Lucian spoke, the words rough with sleep as he pushed himself off the bed, the sheets tangling around his legs like restraints. He felt like the worst version of himself, his movements sluggish. His sleep had been troubled and his mind slightly disoriented but his mood took the biggest hit—he was extremely irritable, every nerve ending raw with tension.
