♠ SYLVARA ♠
“Where do you think you are going?” The question echoed in my head.
The tiles were cold beneath my bare feet, but my body was screaming otherwise. He stood between me and the door. Shirtless, the ink of old scars, the raw weight of him that demanded my eyes and refused to let go, eyes dark with something unspoken—and I knew that look. Darius wasn’t angry; he was curious.
Testing me, just like earlier.
His gaze swept over me like smoke—slow, deliberate, heavy with the kind of intent that made my breath catch in my throat. I lifted my chin, arms crossed, matching his stare even though my pulse was thundering in my ears. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of backing down. Not here. Not now.
“You’re playing too hard to get,” he said, voice low and edged like a blade hidden
