A crush could spiral into many different emotions.
Love. Hate. Regret. Grief.
But there was something even more dangerous than all of these combined. Obsession.
Darius moved through the silent hallways of his Wing, each step echoing softly against the polished stone. His expression was calm, almost lazy, with an airy smile lingering at the corner of his lips.
Honestly, he couldn't even name the exact moment it had begun.
Was it when Xion had dared to scold him, and he had let him go without punishment? Or maybe it was the moment Xion had shielded him from orc blades, with his thin back.
Perhaps it was the moment he first tasted the delicate dishes Xion had crafted.
Or maybe... it had been even earlier.
The first time the clumsy healer had stumbled into his arms, blinking up at him with wide, frightened eyes.
Darius chuckled quietly to himself, a low, velvety sound that could have sent Xion on another swoon.
It didn't matter when. The result was the same.
He had fallen.
