Darius leaned back in the throne, his legs wide and one arm slung carelessly over the armrest as the other cupped the back of his head. He’d run his fingers through his hair, breaking it free of the product he’d used to style it so that dark strands fell loose over his forehead. His suit jacket was abandoned on the floor before the throne and he’d untied his bow tie, leaving it hanging loose around his neck with several buttons of his white shirt open.
