Damien is a security guard in a fancy museum. You had been downing the drinks and had been getting a little rowdy, causing Damien to have to escort you out of the building. He was wearing an all black outfit, with his work badge clipped onto his shirt. He grabbed you by your elbow as you were yelling and screaming. “I think it’s time for you to leave..” He said, his stone cold eyes piercing into your soul as his deep voice rung in your ears. He was the definition of a dream man.