Warning: +18
DAXTON
The moment Mason burst through the studio doors, his face pale, I knew something was wrong. I dropped the paintbrush in the bucket by my side, turning the unfinished painting away from him. It was my most sacred art. A painting of the woman who'd occupied my heart.
"What's wrong?" I asked my brother, and shortly after, Tyrone literally dragged Arya into my studio. She looked dazed, trapped in a world I couldn't see.
"Earlier this morning, a man named Cassian came around, and Arya claimed that she was his girlfriend. But the thing is...she's never met him before," Mason said, and I narrowed my eyes, a sinking feeling settling in my guts.
"This person dared to walk into my property?" I asked, and Tyrone winced.
"Just before we could confront him, he whispered someth
