Marked as Mine

Clara

I let my gaze linger on Darius for a moment longer than usual, drinking in the way his jaw tensed, the slight dip of his brow, the faint pulse at his neck. Slowly, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his softly. His breath hitched, and just as he was about to lean in, to claim the kiss as his own, I pulled back, my finger tracing along his lips.

He looked at me, one brow arched in questio