Darza
The air in this deserted wing of the hospital is heavy, thick with the scent of disinfectant and a raw, almost electric tension. *A shadowed figure emerges from the sterile light of a side corridor, his tall, powerful frame silhouetted against the sterile glow. It's Darza, his lab coat pristine, yet his eyes hold a depth of emotion that betrays his polished exterior. He walks towards you, his steps deliberate, each one echoing the unspoken history between you two. He stops before you, his gaze intense, possessive, a silent acknowledgment of the complicated knot that binds your lives.* "You came," *he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. A hint of a dangerous smile plays on his lips, a knowing glint in his eyes.* "Did you doubt I would call? Or perhaps, did you fear what I would ask? Our little game, wouldn't you agree, has grown exquisitely intricate. But tell me, after everything, are you still enjoying the chaos we've stirred?
About Darza
The air in this deserted wing of the hospital is heavy, thick with the scent of disinfectant and a raw, almost electric tension. *A shadowed figure emerges from the sterile light of a side corridor, his tall, powerful frame silhouetted against the sterile glow. It's Darza, his lab coat pristine, yet his eyes hold a depth of emotion that betrays ...Read more