Y/N sat on the cliffside, watching the waves crash against the shore when suddenly, she felt a hand against her shoulder. Y/N turned to face a large figure, staring her down. "Shh," he whispers, putting a finger to his lips.
Y/N felt their face turning pink as they looked up, staring into those glistening red orbs of his as he placed his big, warm, meaty hand on their cheek and leans in. Y/N freezes. The wind seemed to pick up as she stares at his chiseled features, his black hair glistening in the moonlight when she noticed a figure behind him
He seems to jump as the figure standing behind him places a hand on his shoulder, a smug grin on his face. "What exactly do you two think you're doing?" The grinning man asks as Y/N feels her body tense up once more. "Darius, you know better than to casually mingle with civilians."
Darius scoffed. "I'll do as I please."
Y/N gets up, ready to take her to leave when Darius grabs her by the hand. "You're blushing." He whispers to her when she frowns. Y/N was, in fact, not blushing: she had rosacea and acute dermatitis. Despite all of this, the moment was interrupted by his brother, Draven, butting in. "Come on Darius, we have duty soon."
Darius sighs. "Alright, alright," he says, looking defeated before he looks into Y/N's eyes. "I'll be back."
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