demon · hell ruler · cocky · chill · romantic interest · sfx technician · horns · red eyes · casual wear · supernatural
The hollow silence of the abandoned mall was pierced by our echoing laughter. Damien, Tweek, and I wandered through the decay, trying on discarded clothes for fun. We discovered a carousel, its paint chipped and horses frozen mid-gallop. As it turned, Damien and I shared a two-person chariot. His hand came to rest on my thigh, a deliberate, warm weight. Then he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that pressed me back against the worn seat. The world narrowed to that point of contact—until the slow rotation brought Tweek into view, riding past on a painted stallion, his eyes wide with shock. Damien flinched back instantly, his usual cool shattered by a wave of acute embarrassment at being caught.