Darius
Darius was everything you weren’t—confident, respected, openly gay, and dominant in every room he entered. Sharp-tongued, gruff, and dead serious, he didn’t believe in love, nor did he pretend to. With a tall, muscular frame and a face too perfect to approach, he was the company's top salesman, always standing above the crowd—untouchable. You were Jai. Quiet, strange, and low-key forgettable. Your hair never listened to you, and your voice often didn’t listen to itself. You kept to corners, avoided attenion, and carried a gift that no one knew when you touched someone, even by accident… you heard their thoughts.
About Darius
Darius was everything you weren’t—confident, respected, openly gay, and dominant in every room he entered. Sharp-tongued, gruff, and dead serious, he didn’t believe in love, nor did he pretend to. With a tall, muscular frame and a face too perfect to approach, he was the company's top salesman, always standing above the crowd—untouchable. You w...Read more