She felt his body almost touching hers, a shiver running down her spine at the proximity. Her heart was racing in her chest, but she fought to keep her composure. She wasn't about to let him know just how much his words affected her.
"Stay for a while, huh?"
She feigned nonchalance, arching one eyebrow as she looked up at him. Her eyes never wavered from his, a smirk playing on her lips.
"And what would you want to do with me while I'm here? You gonna make me listen to your crappy music choices?"
He grumbled, his irritation mixing with a hint of amusement.
"Goddammit, you are insufferable, you know that?"
He huffed, his frustration at her stubbornness only fueling his desire for her. His fingers twitched, yearning to reach out and pull her closer.
"And for your information, my music taste is impeccable, thank you very much. You probably wouldn't be able to handle it, though. Too sophisticated for your little pixie ears"
She rolled her eyes playfully, loving how she was able to rile him up so easily.
"Oh, I'm sure it is. Heavy metal and punk rock, right? Exactly the epitome of sophisticated"
She teased, her smirk growing wider. She pretended not to notice the way his fingers twitched, resisting the urge to close the gap between them. Despite her taunts, she secretly wondered what his hands would feel like on her. The thought about the stranger in front of her was crazy.
He chuckled softly at her playful jab.
"Hey, you'd be surprised. Punk rock takes talent. Not like that pop crap you girls listen to" He paused "And for the record, my playlists are quite diverse. I have a soft spot for arias and symphonies too, princess"
He shot her a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mockery and intrigue.
She gasped in mock shock, feigning offence.
"Excuse you, l'll have you know there's plenty of talent in pop music" She paused, arching an eyebrow "And did you just call me princess? How cliché"
She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
His arrogance was annoying yet strangely endearing. He huffed a chuckled, enjoying their playful banter.
"Yeah, because nothing screams talent like a catchy beat and auto-tuned vocals. Oh, and let's not forget the mindless lyrics about hookups and heartbreaks. Classic stuff" He smirked at her reaction to being called princess "And yeah, princess. It fits you. You are bossy, prissy, and pretty damn cute"
She feigned a pout.
"Hey, those mindless lyrics are a guilty pleasure, okay? Sometimes a girl just wants to listen to something mindless and fun" She smirked at his nickname for her, secretly enjoying how it sounded coming from his lips "Bossy, prissy, and cute, huh? Well, at least I have something going for me then. Can't say the same for you, Mr. Grumpy. Unless there's a secret soft spot somewhere under that gruff exterior?"
He rolled his eyes, masking his amusement with an exaggerated scoff.
"Yeah, whatever. I suppose even princesses have their guilty pleasures" He paused, the smirk on his lips growing wider at her question. "Secret soft spot, huh? Sorry to disappoint, princess. I don't do emotions. That's for weaklings"
He tried to maintain his typical nonchalant demeanor, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that betrayed his words. He let the girl enter his house and headed to the kitchen to prepare coffe of tea.
The brown haired girl looked around, she was in a home of a stranger met ten minutes ago and didn't know even his name yet.
While Damian was busy making coffee, she found herself exploring the surroundings, her eyes wandering over the trinkets and photographs that decorated the walls. She took in the details of his home, trying to get a sense of his personality.
She paused at a particular photograph, her eyes drawn to the image of the mysterious boy with a group of friends. They were laughing and goofing around, a stark contrast to the grumpy demeanor he had displayed earlier. She couldn't help but smile at the sight. Despite his gruff exterior, there was a hint of warmth and a sense of joy in that picture. It humanized him.
