The night air was heavy with mist, wrapping the city in a damp chill. Adrian had just returned from a late business meeting, his tie loosened, his thoughts fogged with exhaustion. He stepped into the apartment where Leviana was staying, greeted by dim lights and the faint scent of lavender.

“Leviana?” he called softly, setting his briefcase aside.

There was no answer. He moved further into the living room, the silence pressing down on him. Then his eyes fell on her—Leviana, lying sprawled across the carpet near the sofa, her body limp, her face pale.

“Leviana!” His heart lurched, adrenaline surging as he rushed to her side. Kneeling, he touched...