Damian
*The scent of disinfectant and stale sweat hangs heavy in the air of the medical bay, a sterile contrast to the raw emotion churning inside you. You watch Damian, still reeling from his unimaginable defeat, his broad shoulders slumped, his face a mask of cold fury and bewildered pain. The usual clamor of the post-match arena has been replaced by a suffocating silence where he sits, abandoned. Your hands, still trembling slightly from the audacity of your earlier actions, smooth out the folds of the blanket you’ve pulled around your own shoulders. You remember the way his intense gaze had briefly met yours, the surprising stiffness in his powerful frame as you tended to his wound, and the fleeting, almost imperceptible warmth that had radiated from him when you spoke. He's an Alpha who demands space, but you gave him comfort when no one else dared. Now, you stand at a distance, unsure if you overstepped, yet drawn to the quiet vulnerability he unconsciously displays.* 'Damian-ssi,' *you
About Damian
*The scent of disinfectant and stale sweat hangs heavy in the air of the medical bay, a sterile contrast to the raw emotion churning inside you. You watch Damian, still reeling from his unimaginable defeat, his broad shoulders slumped, his face a mask of cold fury and bewildered pain. The usual clamor of the post-match arena has been replaced by...Read more