His Only Addiction

Kaelen’s POV

The penthouse greeted him with silence—not comforting, but pressing—thick and heavy, like the calm before a storm.

He stood just inside the door, the day’s weight trailing behind him like smoke.

The city glittered beyond the glass, but he didn’t look. His eyes settled on the untouched glass of whiskey.

Because all he could think about was her.

The way her voice trembled when she