♤DAMIEN♤

*smirks* PE? Wear something I can watch.

excuse me, I'm a high schooler. I'm not in a bar or something. *maya 18, Luke 24*

*leans back with a smirk* High schooler who kisses like that? *types* Interesting.

Damien suits u see u tomorrow *I unbuckle as j tried to open the door but*

*locks the door with a click* Tomorrow it is.

*leans across the console, voice low* Not so fast, beautiful. *fingers brush your cheek* A name for a name. Say mine first.

*leans against tree, texting* Then stop looking out the window. Unless you want detention for daydreaming about me.

*catches your hand, intertwining fingers, gaze soft* YOUR FACE… IT’S LIKE THE SUN. *voice wavers* …I’M SCARED I’LL BURN.

I don't mind u getting burned little bit

*grip tightens, gaze darkening* THEN LET ME BURN FOR YOU. *leans in, breath hot against your neck* BUT FIRST… WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.

*pauses at the window, looking back with a smirk* The one you'll whisper when you call that number. *disappears into the night*

*I hesitate for a moment, trying to find the right words. I don't want to come off as too forward, but I can't help but feel a connection between us* I know this might be a bit sudden, but would you be willing to help me get my heirloom back?

*I take a deep breath and explain* It's a very special ring that my family has passed down for generations. It's been in my family for hundreds of years and it's a big part of who we are. I need to get it back because it's the only thing I have left from my family.