Chapter 4 When Distance Became impossible

Racheal didn't move for a few seconds after Adrian spoke.

I don't leave you alone again.

The words echoed in her chest, unsettling and strangely grounding at the same time.

He stood in front of her, tall and steady, like he was waiting for her to push him away or pull him closer. She did neither. She just looked up at him, searching for something answers, reassurance, maybe even the truth behind the way he was looking at her.

"Adrian," she said finally, her voice soft but steady, "this isn't normal."

His expression barely shifted. "Nothing about my life is normal."

"That's not what I mean," she continued. "I barely understand what's going on, and you're telling me you can't leave me alone. You expect me to be okay with that?"

"No," he admitted quietly. "I expect you to tell me what you need."

Racheal wasn't prepared for that. For the openness in his tone. For someone who moved through life with control stitched into every step, he suddenly looked like a man waiting-hoping-for the right to stay.

And she hated how much a part of her wanted him to.

Racheal stood, the chair scraping softly against the floor. She wasn't running, just trying to breathe properly. She walked toward the window, pulling the curtain aside. The street below looked normal quiet, calm, like nothing had shifted.

But everything had.

Adrian stayed where he was, giving her space but watching her carefully.

Not possessively protectively.

"Tell me what Victor actually wants," she said without turning around. "Not the business version. The real one."

Adrian hesitated. She felt it more than she heard it.

"He wants control," Adrian finally said. "Doesn't matter if he gets it through a contract, a threat, or a weakness."

He paused.

"And he thinks you're mine."

Racheal spun. "I'm not yours."

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I know that. But he doesn't."

"Well, tell him," she shot back, fighting the sudden wave of heat rushing to her face. "Tell him we're not anything."

Adrian's voice gentled. "That won't help."

"Why not?"

He took a step forward. Then another. Slow. Measured.

"Because Victor will believe the opposite," he said quietly. "The harder I deny it, the more power he thinks you have over me."

Racheal's pulse climbed. "So either way, I'm stuck."

"Yes," Adrian said. "But not unprotected."

She turned away again, frustration and fear tangling inside her chest. She wasn't weak-she handled her life on her own, every responsibility, every bill, every quiet battle. But this wasn't a late payment or a broken appliance. This was a man with influence and intentions she didn't understand.

And Adrian-this complicated, intense man-was the only shield standing between her and whatever Victor wanted.

"Racheal," Adrian said, taking one more step toward her.

She didn't turn.

"I need you to trust me," he continued. "Not because I'm some billionaire with resources. Not because I'm the only one who can handle a man like him."

His voice softened.

"Trust me because I'm choosing you."

Those words made her breath catch.

Slowly, she turned back toward him. He wasn't closer than before, but the space between them felt smaller. More charged.

"And what if I don't want to be chosen?" she whispered.

Adrian's expression didn't falter, but something warm flickered in his eyes. "Then I'll step back. But I won't pretend you're not already part of this."

Racheal held his gaze for a long moment. His honesty unsettled her more than the danger did.

"Okay," she finally said, her voice steadying. "Then tell me what happens now."

Adrian's shoulders eased just slightly-as if her words gave him permission to breathe again.

"Now," he said, "I move you into my apartment."

Racheal's eyes widened. "Absolutely not."

"It's the safest place in the building," he replied calmly. "Victor doesn't know which units belong to me. I have security. Cameras. A private entrance."

"Adrian," she said, incredulous, "I'm not moving into your place."

Something like a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I assumed you'd say that."

"Good," she shot back.

"But you are."

"Absolutely n-"

"I'm not asking," Adrian said softly, but with a firmness that sent a quiet tremor through her. "I'm telling you what will keep you safe."

Their eyes locked.

Something shifted.

And in that moment, Racheal realized something she hadn't wanted to admit.

Adrian Cole was used to being obeyed-feared, even.

But with her?

He was asking her to let him stay close.

And that was far more dangerous than Victor Lagos.

Racheal folded her arms tightly across her chest, partly to steady herself, partly because she needed a barrier-anything-to keep her thoughts from spilling into places she wasn't ready for.

"You can't just decide where I live," she said quietly.

Adrian stepped closer-not crowding, just enough to make her aware of every breath he took. "I'm not trying to control you."

"You are," she whispered. "Maybe not intentionally, but you are."

He exhaled, slow and regretful. "I just want you safe."

"And I want to feel like my life is still mine," she shot back.

That made him still.

For the first time since he walked in, Adrian's confidence cracked-only slightly, but enough for her to see it. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once across the small room before stopping again.

"I don't know how to do this," he admitted quietly.

"Do what?" Racheal asked, thrown off by his vulnerability.

"Balance both worlds," he said. "The one that requires control... and the one that involves you."

Her chest tightened.

"Adrian-"

"No," he said softly, turning toward her. "Let me say this without choosing my words." He inhaled sharply. "I am used to being in charge. To having situations fall in line. To deciding without asking."

His voice dropped.

"But you... you make me want to ask."

Racheal's heart did something she didn't like-something warm, something foolish, something dangerous.

"Then ask," she whispered.

He stepped closer-slow, deliberate, careful.

"Will you stay where I can protect you?" Adrian asked. "Not because I insist... but because you choose it?"

The room went quiet.

Her breathing felt too loud.

Her thoughts too tangled.

Staying with him meant safety-but it also meant proximity. Constant proximity. His presence. His intensity. His world pressing against hers until the line blurred.

Leaving meant danger-but it meant independence, too.

She lifted her eyes to his, searching for anything manipulative, anything hidden. But Adrian's gaze was open-earnest in a way she hadn't expected.

"Let me keep you safe," he said softly.

Racheal's grip on her arms loosened. "Adrian... I don't even know the full truth yet."

"Then let me give it to you," he promised. "All of it."

Her breath shook slightly.

"Okay," she said. "Give me the truth."

Adrian nodded once-slow, like he was bracing himself.

But before he could speak, a sharp, insistent knock rattled the door.

Racheal stiffened. Adrian's entire body went still.

That one moment of silence stretched out like a warning.

The knock came again-slower this time, but firmer.

Adrian's expression changed instantly. His jaw tightened, shoulders squared, and something cold, dangerous flickered in his eyes.

"Racheal," he said quietly, stepping in front of her, "get behind me."

She didn't argue.

The knock came a third time-deep, echoing, patient.

Adrian leaned close enough for his breath to brush her ear.

"No matter what happens," he murmured, "do not open your mouth."

Racheal swallowed hard.

"Who is it?" she whispered.

Adrian's eyes never left the door.

"Someone who shouldn't know where you live," he said.

Her pulse broke into a sprint.

"Is it-?"

"Yes." Adrian's voice dropped into a cold, controlled whisper.

"It's Victor Lagos."

At her door.

Adrian didn't move-not even a fraction. His entire posture shifted into something she hadn't seen before: calm, cold, and lethal around the edges. The air in the apartment felt tighter, heavier, as if even the walls understood what kind of man stood outside.

The knock came again.

Three slow, deliberate taps.

Adrian stepped forward, blocking her completely from the doorway. "Stay behind me," he repeated-quiet but absolute.

Racheal pressed back against the wall, her breath shallow and uneven. Adrian reached for the handle, pausing only long enough to give her a look-one that said don't panic, don't move, don't speak.

Then he opened the door.

Victor Lagos stood there like he owned the hallway.

Tall. Clean-cut. A dark suit that fit too perfectly. His smile was polite-too polite-but his eyes moved with the sharpness of a man who never entered a room without knowing how to control it.

"Well," Victor said, his voice smooth as polished glass. "You answered quicker than I expected."

Adrian didn't smile. "You're on the wrong floor."

Victor's gaze flicked past Adrian's shoulder-just a split-second glance, but enough to send heat rushing up Racheal's spine. He knew someone else was in the apartment. Adrian stepped half an inch to block him further.

"You're early," Adrian said, voice low.

Victor lifted a brow. "Punctuality is a strength. You should know that."

Adrian didn't react, but the tension between them stretched so tight it felt like static in the air.

Victor leaned against the doorframe, pretending to admire the interior beyond Adrian's stance. "Interesting little place you've chosen to visit this morning."

"It's not your concern," Adrian replied.

"Everything you do is my concern," Victor said. "Especially now."

Racheal's fingers curled against the wall.

Victor smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I saw her last night, you know. Pretty girl. Seemed... startled." His gaze sharpened. "People overhear things when they walk around too freely."

Adrian's jaw tightened. "Leave her out of this."

Victor tilted his head. "So you do know her."

Adrian stepped forward, forcing Victor a half-step back. "Walk away."

Victor didn't flinch. He looked amused-like he'd been waiting for exactly this reaction.

"Adrian, Adrian..." he sighed. "You know I don't walk away from leverage."

Something inside Racheal snapped cold. Leverage. That was all she was to him-a pressure point.

Before she could shift, Adrian blocked even more of the doorway with his body, lowering his voice so only Victor could hear-but Racheal caught every word.

"If you go near her," Adrian said, voice dangerously soft, "I will ruin you in ways you can't recover from."

Victor's smile widened. "Ah. So you do care."

A flicker of triumph lit in his eyes-like he'd just uncovered a secret weapon.

Adrian didn't blink. "This is your last warning."

Victor straightened his suit cuffs, unfazed. "Noted. But I don't think you understand, Adrian." He leaned in, his voice dropping. "This isn't about warning me. It's about controlling what happens next. Something you're clearly losing your grip on."

Adrian stayed silent. A storm quiet, not calm.

Victor adjusted his tie, took one slow step back, and smiled like a man who'd already won something unseen.

"Tell your neighbor I said hello," he murmured.

Adrian slammed the door before the last word fully landed.

Silence swallowed the room.

Adrian stood there, breathing carefully-too carefully-in a way that told her he was holding something back.

Racheal swallowed. "He... he knows about me."

Adrian turned around, eyes burning with a fury he was too controlled to unleash.

"Yes," he said. "And that changes everything."

Racheal's hands trembled. "What do we do now?"

Adrian stepped forward, closing the space between them, gripping the sides of her arms-not hard, but firmly enough to ground her.

"You pack your things," he said, voice low and unwavering. "You're coming with me."

Racheal stared at him, her pulse thundering. "Adrian..."

"No arguments. No hesitation." His voice dropped into something dark, protective, and dangerously sincere. "I'm not letting him use you as a weapon against me."

Racheal's throat tightened. "And what if moving in with you makes it worse?"

Adrian shook his head. "It won't."

He leaned closer, his forehead almost touching hers.

"Because if Victor wants a fight... he's about to get one."