"Ignite the flames of a love that scorches the shadows, where passion burns fiercely in the embrace of forbidden desires. In the shadows of crime, she sought refuge, and he discovered a love more intense than the darkest secrets they both harbored."...
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"I'm ready"
Sienna
I couldn't help but groan in annoyance at the unexpected interruption to my sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the clock on the wall, disbelief washing over me as I registered the early hour.
Who in their right mind would be knocking on my door at 7 am?
With a heavy sigh, I trudged towards the living room, the sound of the persistent knocking still echoing in my ears.
As I swung the door open, my annoyance only deepened at the sight of Darcy standing there, a wide grin plastered on his face as if he hadn't a care in the world.
"Good morning," he chirped cheerfully, his voice cutting through the early morning silence like a knife.
Before I could even muster a response, he breezed past me, making himself at home without so much as a second thought.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I closed the door behind him, the question burning on my lips as I turned to face him.
"Why on earth are you here at this ungodly hour?" I demanded, my tone laced with irritation.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and amusement as Darcy made himself comfortable on my small couch.
"Ugh, you're really messy," he remarked casually, his eyes scanning the room as if taking inventory of all my faults.
As he reached down to pick up a pair of socks that had been carelessly discarded on the floor, I couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment.
Taking a seat on the bean bag beside the couch, I shot Darcy a pointed look, my expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Leaning back, I couldn't help but wonder what had prompted his early morning visit, especially without so much as a heads-up.
"Why are you here?" I asked bluntly, unable to hide the skepticism in my voice. It wasn't like Darcy to just show up unannounced, especially at such an inconvenient hour.
As I caught the envelope that Darcy tossed my way, my curiosity surged at the unexpected delivery. I glanced at him, eyebrows raised in anticipation, eager to unravel the mystery.
Darcy's description of the messenger only added to the intrigue, his words painting a vivid picture of a formidable figure.
I couldn't help but imagine the imposing presence of the man who had delivered the envelope to him.
"Who was he?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. The thought of some intimidating stranger seeking me out sent a shiver down my spine.
Darcy shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "No idea," he replied casually, as if encountering imposing strangers on his doorstep was an everyday occurrence.
