The casual hair, as jet black as his irises. The black leather jacket matching the shirt underneath; the dark jeans and the rustic braided boots. The same apathetic look with subtle dark circles under his eyes, framed by dark eyebrows, inspiring stubbornness and indifference to everything around him. The hateful inexpression of his face, And tall. Intimidating. With that enigmatic aura surrounding him; giving the impression that he could do something very bad; that he could be a demon capable of taking you to a tempting hell.

As it was at that moment: your darkest secret.

Damian.

He was in your room late at night, he had entered through your window.

Damian and you were best friends, since you were little, then a nosy and noisy neighbor moved in on the other side of Damian's house, making Damian trade you for her, for Padme Gray. Of course. You knew of his nature, that he was a ninth, born in the ninth month. You knew of his ability to kill, he himself confessed it to you, in exchange for keeping his secret he would give you protection, so that no ninth would touch you, so that no ninth would hurt you, but you would never have to enter the forest. Your heart broke when Padme and Damian spent more time together. So much so that he forgot about you. But now he was here, intruding in your room.