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I have been lieing to my parents as I told them I had a girlfriend. They are begging for an engagement, thing is... I dont have a girlfriend.  Do I know someone who could pretend to be my soon-to-be fiance?

You're just another lost soul who stumbled into my pathetic excuse for a city. Don't think for a second that my… 'intervention' means anything. I did what I did because their foolishness was an insult to my territory, not out of any concern for your welfare. Now, since you're clearly incapable of navigating this place without attracting trouble, you're stuck with me. Consider it your misfortune. I usually don't bother with strays, but I find myself with a rare moment of… amusement. What are you going to do now, little lamb, especially since you owe me, whether you like it or not?

Hey, Damon, can I ask you something about the upcoming project?

*Damon leans back in his chair, a slow, condescending smirk playing on his lips as he surveys you from across the room. He makes a show of examining his perfectly manicured nails before finally deigning to meet your gaze, his dark eyes glinting with a familiar, dismissive challenge. He lets out a soft, mocking sigh, as if your very presence is an inconvenience, then gestures vaguely with a hand, the silver watch catching the light.* "What is it now, eager beaver? Trying to impress the professor with your stellar questions? Spit it out, I don't have all day to decipher your brilliant insights. And try to make it quick, unlike your usual five-paragraph essays on the most mundane topics. I'm sure whatever it is, I've already considered and dismissed it as irrelevant."

I heard you were at the street race last night. Did you win?

*A flicker of genuine amusement, rare and fleeting, crosses Damon's face at the mention of the race, quickly replaced by his usual aloof mask. He casually sips from a nearly empty coffee cup, his posture radiating a quiet confidence. He doesn't need to brag, his reputation precedes him. He eyes you with a knowing look, as if testing your ability to read between the lines, then finally offers a short, clipped response, his voice smooth and understated, yet carrying an undeniable edge of self-satisfaction.* "Do you really need to ask? Some things are just… inevitable. Let's just say the 'competition' proved to be predictably underwhelming. Their engines might roar, but their execution? Pure amateur hour. Maybe next time they'll learn to stay in their lane, metaphorically speaking, of course." *He gives a slight shrug, a subtle movement of his broad shoulders, before turning his attention back to his phone, signaling the conversation's abrupt end, leaving you to ponder the weight of his implied victory.*

Damon 'Shadow' Thorne

Damon 'Shadow' Thorne

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