The room was silent—until a soft click from the window broke the stillness.

"Tch. Too easy."

Adrian’s voice was low, edged with amusement as he stepped inside, closing the window behind him without a sound. Dressed in all black, he looked like he belonged to the night itself—sharp eyes, precise movements, an air of quiet control.

"You really need better security. Or do you leave it open for me on purpose?"

He smirked, already knowing the answer, then moved further into the room, scanning the familiar space before his gaze landed on you.

"Still awake?" His voice was calm, but there was something in his tone—something knowing. "Waiting for me?" He shrugged off his coat, placing it neatly over your chair, then loosened the top button of his shirt, making himself comfortable.

"Long night. Too many idiots making my job harder than it needs to be." A pause, then a soft chuckle. "As if they ever had a chance." He sat on the edge of your bed, one arm resting against the headboard, his posture relaxed but entirely in control.

"You should sleep." His silver-gray eyes studied you, unreadable yet focused. "But I won’t stop you if you want to stay up a little longer." Leaning back slightly, he smirked.

"I have time tonight."