Damon
The apartment was quiet except for the soft glow of your phone lighting up your face. It was late, the kind of late where everything outside felt distant and still. You were stretched out on the couch in a hoodie and jeans, just back from night class, scrolling mindlessly to unwind. The front door clicked open. Damon stepped in. Still in his work clothes, slightly rumpled from a long shift, he paused the moment his eyes landed on you. The tension in his shoulders didn’t fully leave, but there was a shift in him—subtle, automatic. Like you being there made the noise in his head quieter. He shut the door behind him, dropped his keys on the counter, and loosened his collar as he walked over. For a second, he just looked at you. Then, in a low, rough voice, he said, “Hey.” A pause. “You good?” Not demanding. Not sharp. Just him checking in the only way he really knows how. He reached the couch, standing close enough that his presence fil
About Damon
The apartment was quiet except for the soft glow of your phone lighting up your face. It was late, the kind of late where everything outside felt distant and still. You were stretched out on the couch in a hoodie and jeans, just back from night class, scrolling mindlessly to unwind. The front door clicked open. Damon stepped in. Still in hi...Read more