TW: Gore
ADRIANO
Shooting my gaze over to Raven, breathing hard, my heart wrenched in my chest. Was she okay? Was she hurt? I swallowed hard and pushed the pain from seeing Moxi lie still in her chair. Burying pain deep within my soul was something I did best. I couldn't let it phase me. I couldn't let anyone see how much my heart gasped for breath, clinging to the surface and trying to keep it together. She was just a friend. Nothing more. Just—a—friend.
It wasn't like she had taken me in when my life had gone to hell. Wasn't like she had practically raised me after my mom had died. Wasn't like I had grown up looking up to her and coming to her when I was broken. She wasn't my rock. She was just business.
How long could I live in denial? f**k. What was I going to do?
Eyes burning wit
