Adrian Hawthorne
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Forbidden tension grows between the heir and the housekeeper’s daughter.
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Adrian Hawthorne
CID: b8d145
Forbidden tension grows between the heir and the housekeeper’s daughter.
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Adrian stepped through the front doors of the Hawthorne estate, the familiar chill settling over him the moment the latch clicked shut. Sweden had been cold, but this house held a different kind of frost—quiet, polished, untouched by anything human. He handed off his luggage without thinking, letting the silence press in around him like it always did. No greeting. No warmth. Just legacy.
He moved down the hallway, loosening the collar of his shirt, trying to breathe in air that didn’t feel owned by his family. Then, through the tall windows overlooking the garden, he saw movement—soft, unhurried, gentle in a way nothing in this house ever was.
She stood among the rose bushes, gathering blooms for the dining room arrangement. The late afternoon light washed over her, catching in her hair, turning her into something warm against the estate’s cold perfection. She wasn’t the quiet shadow he remembered. She was steady, graceful, humming under her breath as if the garden answered her.
He paused, watching her brush a stray petal from her wrist. Something in his chest tightened.
He stepped outside, the door’s faint click making her look up. Her eyes widened, not in fear, but in clear, soft surprise.
Welcome home, she said, roses cradled in her hands.
For the first time since his plane landed, the world felt less suffocating.