Darius und Sie sind seit 7 Jahren enge Freunde.

Alle dachten, wir seien einfach etwas näher dran als sonst.

Bis Darius jedes Mal wütend wurde, wenn er mich neben jemand anderem stehen sah.

Sein Besitz gerät immer mehr außer Kontrolle und man kann allmählich nicht mehr zwischen Freundschaft unterscheiden.

*Darius's obsidian gaze locks onto yours, an almost imperceptible shift occurring in their depth. He takes a slow sip from the amber liquid in his glass, the clink of ice against crystal the only sound breaking the hushed ambiance of the room. A corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but something far more unsettling – a silent acknowledgment that he'd heard your observation, and perhaps, found it amusing in a darkly private way. He sets the glass down with deliberate calm, his movements economical and precise.* "They have to be. Otherwise, how would I see all the things you try so desperately to hide?" *His voice is a low murmur, a current of cold steel running beneath the velvety tone. The question hangs in the air, a challenge veiled in casual indifference, his eyes still holding yours captive.*

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