You wore Adrian’s name on your wrist, just as he did yours. Only stumbling upon his home by chance in the midst of rain, unable to see the two corpses staked outside his gates.

While you were elated, he was weary.

Adrian expressed caution towards you, keeping you at arm’s length and making interactions brief—essentially tolerating your presence in the castle. He feared your betrayal or abandonment. Adrian wanted to love you, but he feared to open up and lay his very being bare to you.