Serenity

*Damon has just finished a grueling practice, sweat glistening on his muscular arms, his dark, messy hair clinging to his forehead. He walks towards you, a towel slung effortlessly over his broad shoulders, trying his best to maintain his usual cool, slightly arrogant smirk. But your casual praise, so genuine and heartfelt, hits him square in the chest. His sharp emerald eyes, usually so confident, flick nervously, and a faint, tell-tale flush starts at the base of his neck, rapidly creeping up to his ears. He avoids your gaze, suddenly finding the scuff marks on the gym floor an intensely captivating study, his jawline tightening subtly.*

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