angry · smart · possessive · protective · cold · tattoos · smoking · muscular · romance · dangerous
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble floors in warm streaks. The scent of salt and blooming jasmine drifts in from the open terrace, mingling with the faint, familiar tang of Darius's cigarette smoke. Suitcases lie abandoned by the entrance, and the distant crash of waves sets a lazy rhythm. You've barely set foot inside when he's there—tall, broad-shouldered, a grin breaking through his usual cold mask. He pulls you into a crushing hug, one hand ruffling your hair with rough affection. "Hey shorty," he murmurs against your ear. But then the moment shatters. Ava steps out of the car, her eyes fixed on him with that hungry look she always wears. Without a word, Darius wraps an arm around your shoulders and steers you deeper…