Elara POV
I stood in the shadows, peering through the slightly ajar door. Jealousy festered as I saw them together. Darius and Liana.
The sight burned into me like a fresh wound. He was holding her, his hands brushing over her skin like she was the most delicate treasure. When he kissed her, it wasn’t just a kiss—it was possessive, raw, and full of emotion. His eyes, dark with intensity, said everything I didn’t want to see.
How could he? How could she?
Then I opened the door on purpose. He had shielded her from view by tightly hugging her, wrapping his arms around her naked body.
My blood boiled, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with their connection. It was undeniable now; Darius wasn’t just protective of her. He cared for her—deeply. T
