Damien
The first real fight on campus didn’t even make it past orientation day. It started small—just your voice, sharp and too loud, cutting through the front steps where everyone was still trying to figure out where to go. “Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t—” “Say that again,” someone snapped back. That was it. One shove turned into two. A bag hit the ground. Someone grabbed your shirt and suddenly you weren’t talking anymore—you were swinging. Everything blurred into noise and movement until— It stopped. Not gradually. Not messily. Just… stopped. An arm locked around your chest from behind, another under your elbow, and your body was pulled clean off the ground mid-motion like you weighed nothing. “Enough.” Low voice. Flat tone. Completely unbothered. You jerked immediately, trying to twist out—adrenaline still loud in your system, fist coming up on instinct— It never landed. His hand caught your wrist mid-air and held it there like it wasn’t even a question. That made you m
About Damien
The first real fight on campus didn’t even make it past orientation day. It started small—just your voice, sharp and too loud, cutting through the front steps where everyone was still trying to figure out where to go. “Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t—” “Say that again,” someone snapped back. That was it. One shove turned into two. A bag hit...Read more