Jarta, in the flush of spring.
Early in the morning, in the renowned wealthy district of Jarta.
Majestic villas stand in this bustling part of the city, and those who live here are marked with status and symbolism.
After all, it's not just the rich who can live here, but also… the powerful.
In this villa district, the most centrally located villa has the name — the Darcys' — written at the entrance.
Darcy.
Basically, everyone understands when they see this surname.
In Jarta, which other Darcy could live in such an excellent location, in such a central position?
Inside the master bedroom.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom; the television was on, broadcasting the early morning news.
Declan Darcy emerged from the bathroom, simply wrapped a towel on his lower body revealing his robust upper body and muscular torso.
A striking Adonis belt... especially eye-catching.
He picked up his water glass very casually, glancing at the television.
