POV: Adriana
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, cross legged, absentmindedly twisting the corner of the bedsheet between my fingers when the door to our room swung open. Darius stepped in, his presence filling the space like it always did—commanding, calm, yet somehow unreadable.
I looked up at him, offering a small smile.
“Thank you for letting me see my sister,” I said softly.
For a split second, something flickered in his eyes. I couldn’t quite place it—was it curiosity? Concern? Annoyance? Before I could figure it out, I kept talking, hoping to ease the tension I felt creeping in.
“I was scared though… I thought she was angry at me. But since she’s the one who reached out, I’m happy now.”
He didn’t move. His gaze stayed locked on me, dark and piercing, but I couldn’t tell if
