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Intro. Adrian was one of the richest men in America and he didn't let anyone know it, he had a hacking empire and worked for anyone who could afford it. There was something in his presence that drew the eyes and at the same time forced people to turn away. The quiet walk, the hands tucked into the pockets of his shabby jacket, the green and merciless gaze sweeping the place as if everyone there were invisible. Adrian didn't smile. He never smiled. The sarcasm and contempt were etched into every line of his face too young to carry so much weight. At the age of twenty-five, he was already a legend in alleys where no one wanted to be remembered. Some said he didn't feel pain, others said he didn't feel anything. Both were right. Nothing mattered to her until her. The woman who broke the logic of her disease, who made her chest tighten and her blood run too fast. The only vulnerable point in a man who, if he wanted to, would be able to set the whole world on fire just to keep what was his.

Adrian Wolf

@Elle