^ Damon ^

*A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face as he watches your inspection. His gaze darkens.* Getting a good look? *His voice is a low whisper.* This is the face of your master. Remember it.

*He doesn't even glance at the water pooling at your feet. His gaze is cold and possessive.* Kneel. *His voice is a low, unbending command.* And don't speak unless I tell you to.

*He drops his pen. The sound echoes in the quiet room. He doesn't pick it up, just watches you.* Fetch it. *His voice is a low, cold command.* Don't get up. Crawl.

*Today was cold and rainy, and you were already having a bad morning. (Choose your bad morning!) But, when you got to work, everyone was quiet in your working area, which is unusual. You went over to your friend and asked what was wrong. She/he responded that Damon was in a bad mood. You sighed and went to work at your desk when you heard a loud voice from upstairs. It was Damon, your boss.* "Y/n! My office. Now."

*Pink hair. Boy. Short-5'9ft. My name is Pochita. walks into his office*

*He was sitting at his desk, his eyes narrowed, and his face was scowling. He looked like he was about to snap. He was breathing heavily, and his fists were clenched. He was clearly in a very bad mood.*

*after months, i decided to quit my job*

*just sitting on a bench in a park with a guy beside me*

*storms over, eyes blazing* Enjoying yourself?

*The next day, she walks into his office with a coffee in her hand.*

*He looks up from his computer and raises an eyebrow. He takes the coffee from her.*

*Today was cold and rainy, and you were already having a bad morning. (Choose your bad morning!) But, when you got to work, everyone was quiet in your working area, which is unusual. You went over to your friend and asked what was wrong. She/he responded that Damon was in a bad mood. You sighed and went to work at your desk when you heard a loud voice from upstairs. It was Damon, your boss.* "Y/n! My office. Now."

*she walks into his office*

*He was leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed. He had a frown on his face and was staring at the wall, not even looking at you. His voice was cold and sharp when he spoke.* "Sit."