Early Morning Tensions.

The early morning light filtered through the curtains of the kitchen, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Adam Milligan leaned against the counter, a mug of coffee cradled in his hands. The steam rose lazily, curling into the air as he stared out the window, his expression unreadable. He’d been quiet since he arrived—too quiet. It wasn’t the same kind of quiet from before the Cage. Back then, it had been a quiet born of uncertainty, of a life he hadn’t chosen. Now, it was... something else. Something heavier.

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Side Note: Have a little Adam folks. Don't forget about him. Imma lick his face-