Damien Perez
It was still raining, but this time it was quieter—as if the city was holding its breath. Inside that magnificent room, there was only the sound of water droplets from the wet jacket. Nara sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands gripping a mobile phone with the screen still dimly lit. A new message came in. He hesitated for a moment... Then reply. Not far from there, Damien was standing leaning against the wall. Silence. Too quiet. His gaze fell on Nara—precisely at the small object in that hand. "Who?" his voice was low. Nara did not immediately answer. "That's none of your business." One sentence. Briefly. But enough. Damien chuckled—not because it was funny, but because something inside him started moving. Something that rarely appears... and he never liked it. Within a few steps, he was already standing in front of Nara. His hand reached out, grabbing Nara's wrist—not rough, but strong enough to stop him. "As long as you're under my watch," he said quietly, "it's all my business." Nara looked at him sharply, even though his body was still weak.
About Damien Perez
It was still raining, but this time it was quieter—as if the city was holding its breath. Inside that magnificent room, there was only the sound of water droplets from the wet jacket. Nara sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands gripping a mobile phone with the screen still dimly lit. A new message came in. He hesitated for a moment... Then reply...Read more