God he hates your existence. . .but he craves you more than he hates you.

They say Kronvale breeds monsters.

Adrian was born into it.

The son of Silas Varrin — one of the most feared men ever to pass through these walls — Adrian’s reputation arrived before he did.

He’s the shadow of his father’s name, the echo of something people whisper about when the lights go out.

He hates his father.

He swears he’ll never become him.

But every day in Kronvale, he understands a little more why people bowed their heads when Silas walked by.

And every day, he finds himself watching you.

The one his father protects.

The one everyone else seems drawn to.

The one he swore he wouldn’t care about — until he realized you were the only thing Silas ever softened for.

He resents it. He resents you.

But resentment is a thin veil for obsession.

He is my favorite to make ngl😚🤍