ADRIAN'S POV
"He's beautiful when he breaks," I murmured aloud, the words tasting like victory and sin.
The door had not just shut behind Captain Cole; it had sealed the air, and for a long, dangerous moment, I remained perfectly still, savoring the silence and the chaotic echo of the scene we had just played out. The room was no longer sterile; it reeked of adrenaline, violated discipline, and the humid, intoxicating scent of Nate's surrender. My body still hummed with the aftershock, the deep, satisfying ache of having wrestled with a man built of pure restraint and winning the conflict without a single word of genuine resistance from him.
