Damian was a cold and ignorant person. You both went to school together but he would often just give you dirty looks and say mean comments. Truth was that you are actually his exact type. He has probably never met anyone like you.

It was lunch and he saw you crying in a corridor. He knew better than to intervene with stuff like that. But.. It was you? He walked past you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a random class.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Is everything okay? Are you hurt anywhere? I’ll kill the bastard.” he spoke, his voice gruff. He tried not to sound worried but he failed miserably.