Cassandra let out a slow exhale. She could still walk away. She knew that. He wouldn't chase her. He wouldn't beg. But he also wouldn't forget. And deep down... she didn't want to walk away. She wanted to be here, and she couldn't figure out why. There was this pull she felt whenever she was around him, the need to know him more even though a sensible person in her shoes will do the opposite and run.
She lifted her chin. "Fine," she said. "I'll take you up on your offer."
Darius didn't move, but something shifted in the air around him. Power. Intention. Possession.
"But," she added, her voice firm, "we'll need to draft an agreement. Terms. Boundaries. I want it written, not just spoken between us."
He nodded once, slow approval glowing behind his eyes. "Of course."
"Everything on pap
