Darian, my love

Placing the jug on the kitchen platform she cautiously approached the living area but her steps halted when she witnessed a shirtless Darian wandering around, engaged in a phone call, a glass of whiskey in hand and to add to the surprise, her little kitty was perched on his shoulder.

The rhythmic flex of his muscles, accentuated with each move or whenever he slipped the whiskey, left her parched. Resisting the tempation she averted her gaze when Darian unexpectedly caught her eye, forcing her to hastily regain composure.

"I'll catch up with you later," he stated before disconnecting the call and casually tossing the phone on the sofa. Approaching Rose, he took deliberate steps, making her gulp nervously. The proximity heightened her heartbeat; as this time, she knew it was no illusion – he really stood before her.

Coming closer he asked in a deep tone, "Why are you here?" Upon hearing this, she quickly started to say, "I... I was thirsty. I..." but he interrupted her, asking, "I am as