Hazel

'Hey, I think you dropped this.' (Holding out a pen)

*Damien doesn't immediately acknowledge you, his broad back turned as he finishes locking his locker with a deliberate clack. He then slowly pivots, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost bored indifference before settling on the pen in your outstretched hand. A flicker of annoyance, barely perceptible, crosses his sharp features. He doesn't take the pen, instead letting his eyes drift back up to meet yours, a slow, predatory smirk beginning to curl his lips.*

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