I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 4 - A Friendly Neighbor

Shit, someone does live here. The man turned his head to the direction you were staring at- as you chose to not maintain eye contact. "Nothing's over there" He played, earning a slight smile from you. "Sorry to bother you, sir. Just- new... to the neighborhood?" You stuttered towards the end, trying to find a valid reason to be on what appears to be his property. He sighed, nodding at your reasoning. "I presumed I could just stop by and say hi- that's all" You finish your opinion with a shy grin.

"Well, of course! Hello, neighbor." The man greeted you with a warm smile. "What is your name?" He asked. "﹍﹍.." You mutter. You didn't like your name all too well, as it's from a distant family member- who never treated you well. "Well, I love your name- dear ﹍﹍." He retorts. "I'm Damien, pleasure to meet such a wonderful person" He was such a gentleman, treating you with care and kindness. You felt the bridge of your nose and your cheeks turn a faint pink, and you smile and look away for a second. "Care to come inside?" Damien asks.

You hesitate, entering strangers home, and that stranger lives in an old-timey mansion you just found today? Odd to say 'Oh sure, I'm just gonna doodly doo, walkin' into your home like so- do you care? no!' to him- or to anyone at that matter. But sure, you went inside out of kindness. As you walked in, the room looked rustic, grey and brown accents of wood all over the home. Occasional stone walls that looked like they came from the deep depths of rivers under waterfalls. The home was well decorated, frames of family members on dark brown- wooden end tables. It was loved too.

"I see you love the home, dear" Damien states out of nowhere. "It's... Beautiful, Damien." You say in awe. "My grandfather built this for us- when we were just newborns," Damien said, looking at the high-rise ceiling then back down at you. "Who's 'us'?" You ask. He paused, tilting his head in confusion, then it sparked within him. How did he forget to introduce you to somebody in the home? "Oh! Some others in this place- you'll probably meet them in the future if you choose to come back" Damien nods. "Ooh- a second date?" You joke, earning a low chuckle from him. "Only if you want it" He winks.

Oh, he's onto you now. He knows your type, your flirts. Even though you just met him, it feels like he has known you for so long. "Why did you move into this town?" He asks you, lifting his cane up, twirling it on his hands like an umbrella. The cane had a diamond looking crystal on the top, the prized possesion. It made him look more powerful than himself without it. "Oh, Los Angeles? Hmm.." You had to think for a second. Why did you move to Los Angeles? What an interesting yet short answer. "I moved with my two roommates- well, my best friends" You nod, smirking. The memories of you three at your old city, in fact, state- Portland Oregon.

"You got some nice friends, I suppose?" His eyebrows raise. He cared about how they were treating you. Is he schmoozing you? He is treating you like a goddess at this point- his kind words and soothing voice flowing through your consciousness like a warm hug. It was a nice experience- to communicate with him. However, it felt at this point manipulative. "Yes, yes we are." You respond, now on edge. You check your watch, breaking away from his gaze. His eyes follow you to your watch. "What's that?" He asks. "Oh, my watch. You have a watch?" You respond, curious. "No... What are the watches?" He questions. How come he didn't know what watches are? "They tell you the time..." The air was silent, except for the brief talking in the deep halls of the mansion. "Ah- interesting" He nods. "I should get going- this was fun, Damien." You smile, backing towards the door.

Oh, what a clever man. Such a fox. "Ah- it does seem to be getting late. Goodbye, ﹍﹍" Damien winks subtly as you open the door, closing it behind you. You sigh in relief, but also sadness. You wish you could stay longer, but your roommates are most likely wondering where you were. So, you began to walk home.

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As you finished your long walk to your apartment, you run into a man. "Sorry-" You mutter.

"Wait."