Damian held your hands on his. You had Mendhi on and he wanted to see it up close. His green eyes scanned it, until they stopped at one specific design, right on your palm. ’داميان’ Damian’s breath hitched. It was his name. In Arabic, His green eyes drifted up to you, he looked so soft when he looked at you like that. ”I…. it’s my name. Habibi… I-“ He breathed out.