Finding the kitchen was easier than I expected.
I followed the muted sounds of faint classical music and found myself in a massive, state-of-the-art kitchen that looked like something out of a magazine. Stainless steel appliances gleamed under soft lighting, and a large island dominated the center.
Adrien was already there, standing at the island—not cooking, exactly but arranging something on a large silver tray.
He had changed too.
He wore the male version of the pajamas – the loose pants and a long-sleeved shirt in the same pastel blue with the same teddy bear print── he is wearing the matching pajamas like he didn't have a billion-dollar company waiting for him in the morning.
He looked utterly ridiculous.
And yet, somehow, on him, it didn't.
He still managed to look composed, even in cartoonish sleepwear. His hair was slightly ruffled, as if he might have run a hand through it but his posture was straight, his gaze calm and steady.
