Darius' POV
She's asleep, her stillness deceptively innocent, yet beneath the serene facade lies a whirlwind of chaos, waiting to erupt. She's a goddess—wild, untamed—caught in the quiet before the storm. And here I am, in the same private suite I had shared just hours ago with her sister, marveling at the contrast between the two of them.
I trace the curve of her jaw with my finger, mesmerized by the softness of her skin. How is it possible for someone to be both a breathtaking force of beauty and yet so pure, so untainted, like a newborn? It's as if she exists in two worlds—one that makes me ache with desire and another that fills me with a protective tenderness. I can't even summon anger toward her anymore. All the hurt and jealousy have evaporated. Just looking at her makes everything fade away. I don't want to fight or resent her. All I want to do is wrap her in my arms, shield her from the world, and love her without question.
