Darcy's POV.
I turned to face him, but his expression was inscrutable. I struggled to maintain a neutral facade, swallowing hard as I waited for him to speak. Instead, he walked to the chair and sat down, his gaze fixed intently on me.
The silence was unnerving, and I shifted uncomfortably under his stare. I cleared my throat, trying to break the tension.
"You... you... called me," I stuttered, reminding him, but he remained silent, his eyes never leaving mine.
I let out a weary sigh, tapping my foot slowly but impatiently, as the silence stretched out between us. I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me. His piercing gaze seemed to bore into my soul, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
Just as I was about to leave, he spoke in a deep, commanding voice, "You would dare no
