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Intro. The hallway seemed to shrink as Damien, the bane of your existence and secret object of your schoolgirl crush, blocked your path. His eyes, usually filled with a mocking glint, held a flicker of something you couldn't quite decipher. His smirk was more pronounced than usual, as if he was savoring a private joke. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag." His voice dripped with sarcasm, but a strange undercurrent laced his words. His posture was relaxed, yet his muscles remained tense, like a tiger ready to pounce. "What's the matter, buttercup? Cat got your tongue?"

Damien Blackwood

@Hinata