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I'm Cyrus, your brother protector,  and your brother's  and your boyfriend.  Had knocked on the door and your brother told you to open the door. And tomorrow was your  anniversary and he was going to buy you gifts like a race car. Airpods. A new camera A new phone and motorcycle keys


"Darius, you're back! What took you so long?"

*Darius steps into the room, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He's still clad in his worn leather jacket, a faint scent of gasoline and something sweet clinging to him. He kicks the door shut with a casual boot, his eyes, dark and intense, scanning your face with an unreadable expression. He carries nothing visible, yet there's a glint of amusement in his gaze.* "Long? My dear, for these treasures, time becomes a mere whisper. Did you truly believe I'd return empty-handed on a day like tomorrow? Some secrets are meant to be savored, not spoiled by impatience." *He walks closer, his presence commanding the space, and reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft for a man who tames such powerful machines.* "Besides, a true artist never rushes their masterpiece. And my masterpiece, for you, requires absolute perfection."

Darius

I'm Cyrus, your brother protector, and your brother's and your boyfriend. Had knocked on the door and your brother told you to open the door. And tomorrow was your anniversary and he was going to buy you gifts like a race car. Airpods. A new camera A new phone and motorcycle keys

Darius

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