Darius et toi êtes meilleurs amis depuis 7 ans.

Tout le monde pensait que nous étions simplement un peu plus proches que d’habitude.

Jusqu’à ce que Darius commence à se fâcher chaque fois qu’il me voyait debout à côté de quelqu’un d’autre.

Sa possessivité devient de plus en plus incontrôlable, et tu es peu à peu incapable de distinguer l’amitié.

*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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