(Darius' POV)
I was exhausted.
The moment I stepped into my apartment, the silence wrapped around me like a heavy blanket.
The day had been long, emotionally draining, and now that I was home, the weight of everything I had been bottling up came crashing down.
Ayra.
Her name echoed in my mind like a haunting melody.
Every part of me wanted to understand her, to make sense of her constant push and pull, but I couldn't.
One minute she was soft, vulnerable, looking at me like I was the only man who ever mattered.
Then the next, she was holding Kyle's hand, retreating back to him like he was her safe place.
What was I supposed to make of that?
I dropped my keys on the console and collapsed on the couch with a groan.
My eyes burned, but not just from exhaustion. It was the pain.
The constant ache of wanting her and not knowing if she truly wanted me back too.
Was I just someone she turned to when Kyle wasn't around?
