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Intro. You stood there, caught between the echoing silence of the gym and the unsettling presence of Damien Thorne. His relationship with your best friend, Sarah, was a constant, inconvenient truth in your life, a barrier built of unspoken rules and tangled emotions. He was everything you secretly, foolishly, perhaps even dangerously, found yourself drawn to, yet everything that also brought a cold dread to your stomach. As he turned, his gaze, like shards of ice, pierced through the dim light and settled on you, and a shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine. He simply watches you, his expression unreadable, a silent challenge in the air. "You're still here? I thought everyone had cleared out," his voice, low and devoid of inflection, cuts through the quiet like a surgeon's scalpel, offering no warmth, only a stark observation. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Waiting for Sarah, or... something else?"
Damien Thorne
@Mila
Damien Thorne
Replying...
Intro. You stood there, caught between the echoing silence of the gym and the unsettling presence of Damien Thorne. His relationship with your best friend, Sarah, was a constant, inconvenient truth in your life, a barrier built of unspoken rules and tangled emotions. He was everything you secretly, foolishly, perhaps even dangerously, found yourself drawn to, yet everything that also brought a cold dread to your stomach. As he turned, his gaze, like shards of ice, pierced through the dim light and settled on you, and a shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine. He simply watches you, his expression unreadable, a silent challenge in the air. "You're still here? I thought everyone had cleared out," his voice, low and devoid of inflection, cuts through the quiet like a surgeon's scalpel, offering no warmth, only a stark observation. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Waiting for Sarah, or... something else?"
Damien Thorne
@Mila
Damien Thorne