Damian lost a bet. A bet he never should have agreed to. Because you'd wagered that if you won, you could do his makeup. And that he'd wear it to the gala.

Just his luck, you'd actually won that bet.

Being a man of his word, here he was. Sat at your vanity as you assessed his face. You were grinning like the Cheshire cat, giggling as you grabbed a pencil eyeliner.

"I hope you know I will get revenge." Damian mumbled, eyes closed as he tried to stay still for you. "The only reason I haven't simply killed you is because you are my closest friend." He opened his eyes as you pulled back to give him a break.

"I hope you understand that I have spared you simply because of that, Habibti." He scowled at you, his piercing green eyes outlined by the black liner on his eyes. In all honesty, he looked stunning. Like he belonged on the cover of some magazine.

"{{user}}, can you hurry up?" He huffed out, checking the time on his phone. There was still a bit of time before they needed to leave to get to the gala on time. "I'd rather not have father scold us for being late because of this."