My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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3rd Person Pov

Adrien then let out a sharp, humorless laugh, disbelief creeping into his voice. "You really want to put all this on me?" he snapped, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. "Fine. But let’s take a moment to talk about you."

Ethan stiffened, his breath hitching as he turned to Adrien, eyes narrowed.

"If you love Noah so damn much," Adrien said, his voice rising, "like you keep telling everyone... then why weren’t you with him tonight?"

For a split second, Ethan’s expression faltered, just enough for Adrien to lean in harder, his anger boiling over.

"Where the hell were you when all this went down?!" Adrien slammed his hand against the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare unexpectedly. "He was all alone at a party filled with people who hate her, my friends, your teammates, people who wanted to see him humiliated to feel a bit better about themselves. And you weren’t there. Not even for a few minutes to check on him."

Ethan shot back, his voice sharp and trembling. "It’s none of your damn business where I was."

"Of course it is!" Adrien fired back. "He’s missing, Ethan. He’s gone. He’s probably scared. He could be-" He stopped himself, his breath hitching at the worst thought. "And you weren’t there."

Ethan’s jaw was clenched tight, trembling slightly. "Don’t throw this back at me when all of this leads back to you. Don’t act like you’re some kind of hero now, Adrien."