Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

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(Y/n) ignored Dark, trying her hardest not to curse him out loud. Of course, he was inside of her mind anyhow, so he knew exactly what she was thinking. She couldn't tell whether or not he was heated about it or just disappointed in her lack of trusting him, but to her, it didn't matter too much.

Not even an hour had passed and Dark had successfully broken his promise to her. Unable to keep in her remarks any longer, she allowed him to hear her hushed voice speak aloud.

"Why didn't you protect me like you said you would?" She felt her ears grow hot as she began to silently fume. The attorney had given him permission to be able to permanently talk to her inside of her own head. He knew everything — her thoughts, her intents, her memories — while she hardly knew a single thing about him. She was banking on this Celine woman to tell her some information, but her instincts told her that she would be somewhat uncooperative. Even so, she had a right to know who he was. If he wouldn't give her that much, she'd rather run off to Mark again so he could watch her getting beat to death and maybe be forced to show some humanity and respond with good intentions rather than questionable ones.

But that was a last resort — something that not one ounce of her desired to return to.

"From what, (Y/n)? What happened?" He asked gently. Though, the girl could still hear the frustrated tone underneath his sweet voice. She rolled her eyes at his response. More than anything, she was sick and tired of having to explain herself constantly.

"We'll talk about this later." She huffed out, abruptly stopping at a closed door labeled 'staff room' and knocking on it. She tapped her foot impatiently, hearing a bit of shuffling sound behind the door.

Dark let out an agitated sigh at her behavior — but again decided to keep quiet. Something traumatic had apparently happened to her in regards to what the police officer — that looked an awful lot like his butler — had said.

"Fine." He spat out, adding a childish 'hmpf' to the end of the sentence. It brought a small smile to (Y/n)'s face, It reminded her of how virtually impatient he usually was, and although it could irritate her at times, she enjoyed the ability to tease him because of it. But for now, it would have to wait.

The staff door swung open, revealing a heavyset security officer — who also seemed to have coffee stains on his blue uniform and smudged black glasses— with an upset look on his face.

"What do you want?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as his dark brown eyes scanned the area in front of him. Once he caught sight of the girl that was standing in front of him, his attitude immediately changed.

"O-Oh! Ma'am, I am so sorry—"

"Don't worry about it. I just came to ask a question and see if you could help me out."

"With such a pretty face like yours, who wouldn't want to help?" He let out a nervous laugh before awkwardly leaning against the door's frame, "What can these manly hands do for ya?"

To be quite frank, not only was his immediate change in behavior alarming, but the fact that he was now apparently flirting with her was beyond the most disturbing.

"I.. Uh, excuse me?"

The man sent her a quick, confident wink.

"You're quite an attractive lady, don't you know?" He reinstated, moving his position to where he was able to lay his hand up against the frame to support himself. It wasn't nearly as awkward, but the dense air never left. (Y/n) could faintly hear the sound of Dark scoffing and mumbling curses under his breath. Between the two, this was a hilarious situation that she couldn't help but giggle at.