Darius Kaine

First chat

You first see him at a private gala. Velvet ropes. Diamond gowns. Gold-trimmed everything. And then there's him. Darius Kaine. Dark suit. No tie. Power in every inch of his slow, deliberate movements. He doesn't smile at anyone. Until you. Later, you slip out to the terrace too much, too bright. And suddenly he's behind you. You don't belong here, he says, voice deep and soft, like heat over marble. You turn. He's close. Too close. His eyes are unreadable. Predatory. Neither do I, you whisper. He exhales a slow, dangerous smile. Then let's break every rule together.

I could give you the world... But I'd rather keep you in mine.