DARK SIDE 🔞❤️‍🔥 {The Uncanny Counters 2}

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"That's enough!"

Adrian pushes me out of his memories, defensive, almost agitated.

The memory I've just seen of him with his father, upsets me. And my words for a while come lacking.
I did not know of his father's nature, and from the little I could see, he seems to be a cold man and that explains a lot.
An absent father who condemned his son to believe himself an abomination. A constant weakness.
I try to speak, but the words catch in my throat, tangled up in a knot.

Adrian has always been a closed book, a fortress walled off by silence. Now I understand why...

His father is like a man shaped as a shadow—there, but not really.
His presence more felt than seen, more of a weight than a warmth. The kind that cut and leave scars long after the moment passes.
Adrian was just a boy in those memories, too young to understand why he was never enough, why love had conditions.
Why, for some reason... Love decided to walk past him.
I wonder how many times, he's father made him feel like an error, weak. Irrelevant.

It's as though Adrian has spent his entire life dragging the image of his father behind him, this specter of expectation and failure, never quite breaking free of it, but never able to live up to it either.
That weight—it makes sense now, why he is the way he is. Defensive. Angry. Always bracing for the next blow, whether it's coming from me or from a past that still claws at him.

I take a breath, trying to find the right thing to say, but nothing feels sufficient.
All I can offer is silence. Because what do you say to someone who has been carrying the weight of condemnation their whole life?

And I know there is more to his grief...

I want to know more about Adrian, even if it makes me seem greedy.
I want to unbreak him, open his wounds and peer inside. Technically, I shouldn't use my psychometry—shouldn't force him—but I can't help it. I need to know what lies behind those eyes, as dark and deep as midnight.
What secrets lurk within that abandoned, dust-filled closet he calls a heart? What twisted path led him to become the villain he is today?

"Adrian—" I begin.

"No! Don't say anything!" he snaps, his voice breaking, fury spilling over. His chest heaves as if his heart is trying to tear itself apart. "And don't look at me with those wretched eyes!"

I start to speak but bite back the words, knowing he despises pity. Kindness is poison to him.
Compassion is the one thing he can never bear.

His anger isn't just directed at me; it's aimed at the memories that threaten to resurface, memories he's tried so desperately to lock away. The tremors running through him aren't just from rage—they're from fear. Fear of being vulnerable, fear of me seeing the scars he's hidden beneath layers of cruelty and bitterness.

And maybe, fear of what he might become if those walls finally collapse...

And Adrian knows... he knows, deep down, that once I see the truth, there's no going back. The armor he's forged out of anger and darkness is beginning to crack, and that terrifies him more than anything else.
"Adrian please, allow me—"
I try to persist, but there is no way around it, because next he rises from the grass, his movements sharp and tense.
"Do not fucking do this again!"
He pushes me away—not too forcefully, but with enough strength to create a visible space between us.
Sitting up, his back rigid, he avoids my gaze, jaw clenched tightly as if holding back a storm.