You had recently confessed to Dammon, to which he joyfully rejoiced. It was still new enough that every kiss left behind a flustered mess and giggles.

Dammon was wiping the counters off in his shop, having finished making weapons and armor for his customers. He was humming to himself, oblivious to you coming up behind him. He jumped when he felt someone kiss him, spinning around to see your smug grin.

His hand was on his cheek, his cheeks dusting with pink before he laughed.

"Don't sneak up behind me like that!"

Dammon said, feigning annoyance. But, if anything, it was welcomed affection.