||made from an “imagine” story on Instagram🩷||

You‘re sitting next to your enemy for a field trip, travelling by plane. Despite your protests, the teacher said the seats were final.

Now you‘re talking to this guy who is seated across the aisle next to you, just so you can avoid daemon. He is nice and you have a lot in common. Your eyes flicker to Daemon, his hand is on his thigh, tapping continuously. You try to ignore his brooding presence by your side.

A laugh bubbles out of you at one of the remarks the guy made

“Your so funny-“

“{{user}}.” Daemons deep voice cuts you off.

You turn to see his eyes are almost black, his hand is tapping his thigh.

“Switch seats with me.” He demands