Adrian x Belvina book.
Adrian Parker has always been the rock-steady, reliable, the friend who would drop everything to help others, even when his own world was crumbling. Beneath the smiles and jokes, however, lies a man haunted by the weight of pa...
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I didn't know what time it was, but the soft light creeping through the blinds told me it was morning. I had been awake for hours, staring into the darkness, fighting the heavy memories that clung to me like a second skin. Adrian's warm breath was against the back of my neck, his strong arms holding me close, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and security. For a moment, it almost felt like everything could be okay.
But then the images from the diner came rushing back—unwanted, unforgiving.
The lights. The way they flickered and then went out, leaving me in pitch-black silence. The suffocating air. I had been standing at the sink, washing my hands, when it happened. The sudden darkness, the coldness of the walls pressing against me as I fumbled to find my way out. But when I reached the door, it wouldn't open. And I was trapped.
In that moment, my mind rewound to a darker time, to a place I had buried deep within me—a place I never wanted to return. The sound of laughter. The feeling of small fists pounding helplessly on a door. The realization that I was alone again, abandoned in the dark.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
The panic attack hit me before I even realized what was happening, an overwhelming rush of fear and helplessness flooding every inch of my body.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it all out. But it wouldn't go away. It never did.
I shifted restlessly in Adrian's arms, pushing away from his embrace, my pulse racing, my hands trembling. I needed air. I needed to escape my thoughts.
"I'm fine," I whispered, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to hold it together. "I just need some water."
I felt him stir behind me, his warm breath against my skin as he roused himself.
"Don't move," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "I'll get it for you."
I could tell he had barely slept, staying awake just to make sure I didn't fall asleep before him. He'd waited for me, knowing I needed time to settle, to feel safe again.
"I can get it myself," I said more sharply than I intended, the irritation bubbling up before I could stop it. "Go back to sleep."
But before I could protest further, I felt the bed shift as he climbed out, his voice laced with the same teasing humor I'd always known. "I'm getting it, unless you want to race me to it?"
I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to smile. "I'm not thirsty anymore," I muttered, lying back down, my face buried in the pillow.
The light clicked on, too bright, too harsh. I winced, still trying to push away the lingering panic that clung to my skin. Adrian's footsteps moved closer, and I could feel his presence as he squatted in front of me, his warm hands gently taking mine.
