Peace and happiness have a vicious relationship with chaos and destruction, where one resides the other follows its steps.
Darius paid his utmost attention to Roxanne and his devotion to her reflected in his each step.
Last night while she was eating yoghurt with sweet plum candies, staring at his face nonstop, like the little stalker she was and giving him a kiss or two every five minutes shyly before resuming as if nothing has happened.
Darius could not stop himself from stealing a kiss from her pouty, red lips especially when she was acting this clingy before resuming his work with his shirt taken off and tan muscles flexing. His masculine knuckles were highlighted as he was holding a pastel pink paper, to cover her notebooks one by one afterwards decorating them and once the binding
