Witnessing A Sin

She nearly crashed right into a very shirtless Darius.

His firm chest was directly in her line of sight, his toned muscles flexing as he reached for the door. His dark eyes darkened the moment they locked onto hers.

Aria felt her soul prepare to ascend to the heavens.

Her brain scrambled for an explanation—any explanation.

Darius' sharp gaze flickered to the box in her hands, then back to her wide-eyed, frozen face.

The realization was instant.

His expression turned into one of pure, unfiltered rage.

Aria gulped.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

She was so, so dead.

"What are you doing here?" Darius's voice was cold, sharp as a blade cutting through the tense atmosphere.

Aria felt heat crawl up her neck, a mix of shame, embarrassment, and fear washing over her in waves. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as she struggled to form a coherent response.