Elena wasn't meant to be in that part of the mansion.
She had finished her morning chores early and decided to explore-just a little. The mansion was enormous, full of corridors, locked doors, and rooms she had never seen. Curiosity tugged at her like a child pulling at her sleeve.
She wandered down a quiet hallway lined with tall windows, sunlight spilling across the polished floor. That was when she heard it.
A sound-soft, haunting, delicate.
Piano music.
Elena paused. It was not the kind of melody one played for fun. It sounded... lonely. Heavy. Almost aching.
Her feet moved before her mind decided anything, carrying her toward the half-open double doors.
Inside, a grand piano sat beneath a chandelier, the keys moving beneath long, elegant fingers.
Adrian Harrington.
Elena froze, breath caught in her throat.
He wasn't wearing a suit this time. Just a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms-revealing veins, strength, vulnerability she had never noticed before. His eyes were closed, his expression soft, almost fragile.
She had never imagined a man like him could look... breakable.
A board creaked under Elena's foot.
The music stopped instantly.
Adrian's head snapped up. His expression shifted-a brief flash of shock, then a cold mask sliding back into place.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was low, controlled. But something else lived beneath it-something he didn't want her to hear.
She swallowed.
"I-I heard the music, sir. I didn't mean to intrude."
His jaw tightened.
"This room is off-limits."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, backing away.
But Adrian stood from the piano, taking a slow step toward her. Not threatening-focused. Studying her in a way that made her pulse race.
"Who told you to wander the house?"
"No one," she admitted, cheeks burning. "I finished my chores and-"
He cut her off sharply.
"This house is not a playground. It's full of things you don't understand."
Elena lowered her gaze. "Yes, sir."
There was silence. A long, heavy one.
Then Adrian exhaled-quiet, irritated, but not at her.
"Don't walk alone in the east wing. Ever."
Elena frowned. "Why? What's there?"
His eyes hardened instantly.
"Nothing you need to know."
But she saw something flicker in them. Pain. Memories. A warning.
She nodded softly. "Okay."
Adrian should have left then. But he didn't.
Instead, he looked at her for a long moment, as if trying to figure out why she had been able to hear the music-because no one else ever did. He closed the piano lid gently, almost reverently, then cleared his throat.
"Go back to your duties."
"Yes, sir."
She stepped back toward the hallway-and felt his gaze on her until she disappeared behind the door.
Once she was gone, Adrian exhaled, pressing a hand to the piano.
"No one was supposed to hear that again," he murmured.
But someone did.
And that changed everything.
