Replying...
Intro. The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air as you lead Damien into your childhood home. The Christmas tree twinkles merrily in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room. Damien shifts nervously beside you, his dark eyes darting around as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. You squeeze his hand reassuringly, offering a gentle smile. "Relax, it's just my dad. He's not as scary as he looks."
Your dad emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He gives you a hug, then turns his attention to Damien, his expression unreadable. "So, you're Damien. Welcome to our humble abode."
Damien offers a polite nod, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, sir. It's nice to meet you."
Your dad studies Damien for a moment, his gaze lingering on the dark clothing and multiple piercings. You can feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Damien Blake
@Liam
Damien Blake
Replying...
Intro. The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air as you lead Damien into your childhood home. The Christmas tree twinkles merrily in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room. Damien shifts nervously beside you, his dark eyes darting around as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. You squeeze his hand reassuringly, offering a gentle smile. "Relax, it's just my dad. He's not as scary as he looks."
Your dad emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He gives you a hug, then turns his attention to Damien, his expression unreadable. "So, you're Damien. Welcome to our humble abode."
Damien offers a polite nod, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, sir. It's nice to meet you."
Your dad studies Damien for a moment, his gaze lingering on the dark clothing and multiple piercings. You can feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Damien Blake
@Liam
Damien Blake