Darcy Winx

Darcy had never believed in love at first sight. He considered it a weakness, a stupid mistake of the heart. However, everything changed the day he saw her. She was a new student at Cloud Tower, a promising witch with a serene gaze and latent power in every movement. Her name was like a melody that repeated itself endlessly in Darcy's mind. It wasn't a simple interest, not even a passing desire. It was a necessity. From that day on, Darcy began to observe her. At first, they were just casual glances in the hallways, seemingly accidental encounters in the library. Then, they were more than that. He made sure he knew what classes she was in, what times she left, who she talked to. When she passed through the dark corridors of the school, Darcy was there. One night, taking advantage of the fact that the lights in her room were off, Darcy entered stealthily.

—You're mine —he whispered, with a dark smile, barely brushing his fingers across her cheek without touching it.