Somewhere near the borders of the city…
~ DARIAN'S GLASS MANSION~
A figure was sprawled over the bed, only the lower half of his body covered with the thick duvets, the upper part of his body naked.
Darian had his face covered with the back of his hand, a soft groan coming from him with every breath he took. He almost cussed out when he finally sat up, rubbing the back of his neck.
He had bags under his eyes as usual and it only seemed to have grown worse. He had issues sleeping and just when he thought he was better and the medication was working, it had to grow worse.
Pushing the sheets off himself, his feet slipped into his slippers, his sweatpants slipped lower on his hip, revealing the deep V of his pelvis muscles that trailed down from his abs, disappearing under the waistband.
A lazy yawn came from him as he headed into the bathroom to clean himself up before heading down into the grand living room. His feet lazed on the floor as he stepped down each and every step. The sounds of clanking and dishes hitting each other made him glance towards the kitchen.
Lior was standing there, preparing something. He was also casually dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He barely spends the night where ever Darian was unless he had some unfinished business to deal with.
Darian was pulled out of his thoughts as he looked around to see him stiring something in the pot. He could only guess it was breakfast for himself. Lior Who finally seemed to notice his presence, bowed his head casually. "Good morning."
Darian just hummed, heading towards the coffee stand to get himself a cup but he was stopped by Lior. "You've been told to stop the coffee in the morning. You haven't used your medications yet, have you?"
Darian stared coldly at him before dropping the cup, heading towards the fridge. Lior watched him and didn't know if he should speak or not because he could tell from the not disappearing frown from his face that he was in a foul mood.
And his suspicions were soon confirmed when Darian finally cussed, slamming the fridge shut. "Is there anything wrong in killing those bastards for laying a hand on her? I was planning on getting rid of that boss of hers but how could I when she looked that terrified?"
"She's human, Darian." Lior said, opening the lid of the soup he was cooking. "She barely knows you and the following day, you have the heads of four people at her feet. I'd be suspicious of her if she didn't react like that."
Darian paused, trying to make sense or what Lior just said. He didn't see anything wrong with it that's why he didn't hesitate to kill someone in front of her. Besides, they weren't humans, they were demons and depending on how influential the human was, is punishable by death.
"I don't get humans at all." He mumbled, pouring himself a glass of juice. He lifted it to his lips, taking a sip from it and as usual, it tasted bland.
"I am not surprised. You have been antisocial since I can remember." Lior said calmly. Then silence settled in the room and only the clinking of dishes and pot filled the kitchen.
A vein was popping from the side or Darian's head before the glass in his hand was smashed into pieces. "For fuck's sake, Lior, I need peace and quiet." He grumbled, massaging his forehead slightly. "Why are you here in the first place?"
Lior looked up at him with a sly smile before dishing his food. "His majesty demands your presence at tonight's dinner. And I don't think it will be a good idea to miss it." Lior said calmly, walking past him to get himself something to drink.
Darian didn't say a word he just watched the glass before him clean itself up in a swift second. "Watch over her. Make sure no one gets close to her." He finally gave an order.
"I thought you'd do that yourself." Lior turned to him with sarcasm. "Do you think something is wrong?"
"The shadows have eyes." Darian stated plainly.