Chapter 44 Kiss

• Darius led Ann out of the party, his grip firm yet gentle, guiding her through the hallway until they reached his room. Once inside, he shut the door behind them with a soft click, creating a safe haven for the both of them.
• "Are you okay?" His voice was quiet but laced with concern. His piercing gray eyes scanned her face, stopping at the faint bruise forming on her chin. He reached out, gently brushing his thumb over the mark, and Ann flinched slightly at the sting.
• "Sit," Darius commanded, his tone firm but not harsh. Ann obeyed without question, lowering herself onto the edge of his bed. She watched as he moved to a drawer, retrieving a first-aid kit before sitting beside her. He worked in silence, his jaw tight and his movements precise.