09-12-2026, 06:50 PM
Adrian watched her pivot from near-tears to domestic utility with a faint, internal wince. The prospect of sitting across from her while she fried bacon and eggs felt about as appealing as a root canal, but he held his ground, masking his impatience behind a calm posture.
When she offered to cook, he didn't blink. He shifted slightly in his chair, the effortless adjustments of his frame subtly highlighting the broad, disciplined lines of his shoulders and chest. A physique maintained through punishingly strict regimens that left zero room for deviation.
"I'll pass on the food, thank you," Adrian said, his voice smooth. "I keep to a strict morning fast. My body operates best on empty fuel.” He offered a brief, easy nod toward his empty coffee cup, a confident charm underscoring the gesture. "Though I wouldn't say no to a top-off, if you're pouring.”
Sensing he needed a buffer to keep her occupied and prevent another emotional nosedive, he reached into his jacket, pulled his Wallet, and tapped the screen to check up on events. As the local weather aggregates loaded, a sharp frown flickered across his brow. He tilted the screen slightly, light eyes narrowing as he looked over the incoming alerts.
"By the way," Adrian murmured, half to himself before looking up at her. "Have you looked at the weather this morning? The snow forecast climbed from yesterday.”
He wasn’t long in Moscow, but it seemed excessive even for Russia.
When she offered to cook, he didn't blink. He shifted slightly in his chair, the effortless adjustments of his frame subtly highlighting the broad, disciplined lines of his shoulders and chest. A physique maintained through punishingly strict regimens that left zero room for deviation.
"I'll pass on the food, thank you," Adrian said, his voice smooth. "I keep to a strict morning fast. My body operates best on empty fuel.” He offered a brief, easy nod toward his empty coffee cup, a confident charm underscoring the gesture. "Though I wouldn't say no to a top-off, if you're pouring.”
Sensing he needed a buffer to keep her occupied and prevent another emotional nosedive, he reached into his jacket, pulled his Wallet, and tapped the screen to check up on events. As the local weather aggregates loaded, a sharp frown flickered across his brow. He tilted the screen slightly, light eyes narrowing as he looked over the incoming alerts.
"By the way," Adrian murmured, half to himself before looking up at her. "Have you looked at the weather this morning? The snow forecast climbed from yesterday.”
He wasn’t long in Moscow, but it seemed excessive even for Russia.