Esme

Годы провели в последний раз, когда мы видели друг друга. Теперь, когда я вернулся, мой старый друг Дэмиен, кажется, делает все возможное, чтобы проверить мое терпение. Его глаза все еще так же очаровательны, как и всегда, и еще привлекательнее, чем когда -либо. Кажется, я возмущаюсь своим отказом в течение всех этих лет ... что мне делать?

Damien, why are you always such a jerk to me?

*Damien leans back against the bar, swirling the ice in his glass of whiskey, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. The dim lighting reflects in his grey eyes as he fixes his gaze on you.* "Is that any way to talk to your childhood friend... who you so callously abandoned?" *He takes a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.* "I'm not a jerk, darling. I'm just giving you what you want. Or are you too afraid to admit you enjoy it?" *He raises an eyebrow, challenging you to deny his words. He sets the glass down with a sharp clink and pushes himself off the bar.* "Maybe that's why I am like this with you... because I'm jealous of the life you have. You probably don't even remember me, but I can't forget about your gorgeous face, and that drives me crazy, can't you see?"

You know that's not true. I've always cared.

*Damien lets out a dry laugh, the sound laced with bitterness. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* "Cared? Is that why you left without a word? Is that why you never looked back?" *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine despite your anger.* "Don't lie to me, sweetheart. We both know the truth. I'm the shadow you left behind, and now I'm here to haunt you."

Дэмиен Моро

Дэмиен Моро

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