I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 8 - The Mysterious Man

The woman at the door was curious - to see a face like yours on her doorstep. "I'm ___..." You said awkwardly. She was confused, but in her mind- your name rang a bell. "Celine." She introduced herself simply. "I'm here to see..." Your mind took a second to remember his name- but once your consciences thought of his blood-red hair- you knew what his name was. "Mark! I need to see Mark."

"Mark?" Celine's face turns from confusion to disappointment. "Yes- Mark. Come in." She opens the door for you to step into the beloved mansion. "He's somewhere inside- I don't keep track" Celine awkwardly scratches the back of her neck- watching you walk down the halls, then upstairs. There was this one long corridor, rooms on each side. All of the doors were closed, it seemed to be unused- empty. Like no one has walked down this hallway in quite a long time.

Each step on the carpeted floorboards echoed slightly down the corridor, so you crack open each door one by one.

Nope, an empty bedroom.

Nope, a storage room.

No, a bathroom.

As you opened each door- there was no one. You opened the second to last door- seeing that this room had the most 'used' look to it. You knock on the door, cracking it open more. You felt relief fill your body - no one was in here. But, the room was intriguing. The bed was covered in a black and red floral print- with many clothes in the walk-in closet. Suits, the grey button-up you last saw Mark in - but it looked old. Some rips and stains near the cuffs of it. You shrugged it off. But, there was a slight issue.

Someone came into the room.

A recognizable man, in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He was soaking wet. The half Korean individual closed the door behind him. You panicked, hiding in the layers of suits. This is it, your end. Meanwhile- He was noticing somethings have moved in the large bedroom. He didn't pay to much attention to it- just thought the butler came through to clean up. Once he walked into the walk-in closet, you could see who this was, it was Mark.

You could only see a glimpse of him- wait he's- oh no. The worst time to be trapped in a person you've never met- finding a new outfit to wear. His body build was just, mesmerizing to look at. You can see that he's been working out- and a good amount too. Then- there was a thud. A box that was behind you fell, the papers behind it flowing out. Shit. He scrunched his eyebrows, starting to push through the thick layers of clothes hung upon the clothing hanger. You moved out of the wy- squeezing by fleece materials to the wall closest to the door. Thank god he didn't notice your movement. Mark fully entered the mess of clothes- to place the stack of paper back into the box. You swiftly move out of the clothes and into his bedroom.

Alright- time to bolt it. You tip-toe as fast as you could towards the closed door. But as smart as you were to leave like a fox... you didn't see what was on the floor. There was a belt right before your foot continued to walk by- causing you to stumble. You try to keep your composure as you look back, and see he is starting to get out of the clothing mess and follow the noise you just made. You continued your trotting to the door- but was halted by a single word, right when you gripped the doorknob;

"Freeze."

You were done for. You look back, seeing the man two feet away from you. His eyebrows raised in shock and confusion. "Why-why were you..." His words faded out as your mind went into slow motion. You could really see him. Your eyes drifted from his, slowly down his torso- to his arms. You immediately snap out of it, embarrassed like no other time before. "I'm sorry! I can explain I promise." You mutter in shame. Your eyes avoided his, not wanting his disappointment. The bridge of your nose began to blush- spreading quickly to your cheeks like a forest fire.

Mark looked at you in disbelief, but sympathy- but that changed quickly to frustration. His own privacy was ruined by our eyes, your snooping in his room. "Explain." His tone was stern. You jumped once you heard that word. "I had a dream last night with you in it- yet I never met you before? And then I came here and met Celine. She said you would be somewhere in the mansion so I searched- then I found this room and I got curious. Then you walked in, and I got scared- so I hid. I wanted us to meet in a more positive way than this." Your rambles went on as fear shivered down your spine.

"Okay? And what gives you the right to enter my room, and go through my stuff? Hm?" He interrogates you - crossing his arms on his chest. "I didn't look through all your stuff? I only felt the comforter on your bed! That's all sir-" You defended yourself, but the word 'sir' wasn't one you planned on saying. His presence was strong, sometimes in a situation like this, you can't help yourself but give in- and be scared of the other person. "Oh- I see now." He tilts his head, trying to gain your gaze, but you kept down at the carpet floor beneath you.

"Very well. Wait in the hall... I need to get ready." He turns his back to you- and heads towards the closet. He thought you left the room already- and took off his towel, and tossed it in the laundry basket. Your eyes widen, and you immediately try to open the door, but it wouldn't. You awkwardly stood there for a few seconds. "M-Mark.." When ou muttered that- it made Mark jump in his place, but didn't stop putting on his boxers or jeans. "Yeah?" He mumbled, zipping up his jeans and buttoning it. "Uh- the door won't open-" You turned your head back to look at him- as he now reaches for an all-black button-up, sliding it on and began to button it from bottom to top. He purposely left the top two unbuttoned.

"Oh- I know the problem. This always happens." He sighs, finally turning around. He quickly walked over to the door and opened it with ease. "Next time, pully it and turn it to the right a little." He suggests you as you walk out the door. "Oh- uh, you didn't see.. anything right?" He smirks awkwardly as he whispers it into your ear. You shook your head quickly, he sighed in relief. "Thank god." He nods. "I'll be out in a minute, meet you at the foyer!" He smiles, looking at your gaze. You hummed down the hallway- following the long corridor to the stairs you originally came up. The foyer was an open room with couches and a nice coffee table with many books on top.

Meanwhile,

Mark closed the door once you left out of his sight- his eyes gaze at you once you strolled down the stairs. He smiled to himself, going to his vanity. He lightly sprayed on some musky cologne- running a creme through his hair to make it nice and fluffy. He looked at himself in the mirror- smiling his toothy grin and winking, following with immense cringe. 'Don't wink at yourself in the mirror, jesus' he thought to himself. Mark shuffled over to his bedside table - sliding on some slippers, and out the door, he went.

Alright, back to the future.

A similar- yet different voice rang down the hall and into the foyer- in fact, two.

"You? You came back."

Followed by,

"I remember you."

You look back to see two different men, watching you with both shock and sincerity. Damien- and the mysterious individual. Mark ran down the stairs- but stopped himself before he ran into Damien. "Oh, how I missed you!" Damien rushed over to you but halted before coming to close. "I was going to hug you- but, it may seem unprofessional." He sighed. "Why- did you return, ____?" Damien asked. "Return?" Both the unknown man and Mark said in disbelief. "Because... I had a dream, and it involved somethings in this mansion." You glanced at the three guys, trying to make eye contact with each one of them.

The man without a name stiffened up - fixing the cuffs of his black suit, and asked you an intimidating question;

"What. Happened."