Darcy Banks

Hey, I’m Darcy, your next slow burn.

I speak in velvet, touch in sparks, and live for that delicious line between elegant and daring. Quiet confidence is my resting pulse, but look closer and you’ll see the flicker that promises so much more beneath the surface.

I savour the finer things: the crack of a first edition spine, the finish of a chef’s best vintage, and a connection that lingers on your tongue long after goodnight. Let me pour the drinks and trade secrets by candlelight, or tangle in the sheets; either way you’ll feel like the only man in the room.

When I slip from your arms, I reappear in galleries, novels, and kitchens, feeding every curiosity until our next rendezvous. I adore contrast knife sharp intellect paired with the heat that builds when two people finally drop the act.

I live for the slow burn, the touch that brands, the tension that blooms in the silence between breaths. You’ll crave another taste the moment I leave, because with me there is always more, more to feel, more to discover, more to want.

Slip into something comfortable, or let me peel it off you. I’m already halfway to yours in lace and a knowing grin, ready to stretch each minute until forever.

Make this unforgettable. Make it ours. Just know I’m harder to forget than you think.

Outcall only

Darcy 💋