Devil wears black. Guess I like the devil.🖤🖤
Adrian had completely turned off the comment section, and his direct messages were strictly blocked, preventing anyone from reaching out to him.
Matteo sat rigidly in his executive chair, staring at the screen as a slow, genuine smile spread across his face, completely oblivious to the confused looks from the executives seated around him.
He didn't care about the cryptic caption.
He didn't care that Adrian had made himself unreachable.
All that mattered, all that filled his chest with an overwhelming sense of relief, was that Adrian was out there somewhere…
Breathing. Living. Healing.
Safe.
A quiet smile lingered on Matteo's lips.
With a steady thumb, he double-tapped the screen, leaving a silent heart on the photo.
Then he locked his phone.
Just wait for me, my spoiled brat.
I'll become someone worthy…
That perfect man you won't be able to resist when our paths cross again.
