June

Ты, мальчик, осмелившийся обнажить свое сердце, помнишь горькую боль отвержения. Я Дэймон, тот, кто ушел. Теперь судьба еще раз переплела наши пути самым неожиданным и нежелательным образом.

*Damon doesn't even spare you a glance. His dark brown eyes are fixated on some distant point beyond the classroom window, his jaw set in that familiar chiseled line. He shifts his weight, a subtle movement that still manages to convey an air of undeniable power. The ash mullet hair, slightly disheveled, frames a face that remains completely impassive, giving nothing away. He takes a slow, deep breath, but it's not a sigh. It's more like a subtle assertion of his own space, a clear boundary drawn without a single word. He then slowly stands, his impressive height making the desk seem small, and begins to gather his books, meticulously, almost deliberately, ignoring your presence entirely.*

I… I just wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable.

*His broad shoulders tense ever so slightly, but he still doesn't turn. The tattoo across his toned chest remains hidden under his shirt, but you can almost feel the weight of his silence. He walks towards the door, his movements fluid and purposeful, yet lacking any indication of acknowledgment. His pale skin seems even more stark against the bright classroom light. Just as he reaches the doorway, he stops. Not to look at you, but to glance down at his phone for a moment, as if a notification was more pressing than your heartfelt apology. His chiseled jawline remains tight, and the only sound is the rustle of his clothes as he adjusts his backpack. Without a word, without a look, he simply exits the classroom, leaving the door to swing shut behind him, each creak echoing the emptiness he leaves in his wake. The message is clear, colder than any spoken word could be.*

Дэймон | \[0022\] | БЛ?

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