I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 13 - Inappropriate Behaviour

"So..." Mark said, digging into the food that he has in front of him. There was a large bowl of salad, some freshly baked chicken, and a few rolls of bread. "How was your night ____? " He looks over at you with sincerity. You stare down at your food- picking at it while you try to find the most appropriate response. "Good." You nod, giving Mark a weak smile.

He smirks- taking another bite of his chicken. You glance up at Celine who is eyeing you every now and then. Her gaze burning through you. You look away, your eyebrows raised as you twirl your fork. You take a bite of your salad- when Mark continued to question you.

"___, maybe sometimes we-" He paused, looking down your neck. His eyes widen in confusion and concern. He didn't see you as the type of person who would enjoy literally being bitten into. "What happened?" He asked you. You hesitate on saying anything once again. With Dark by your side- you couldn't answer for yourself.

You had to see what he would approve of. You felt a cold hand on your thigh. The palm of his hand meets your bare legs. Yours startled by the feeling- but try to ignore it. "Nothing important." You shook the conversation off- but Mark persisted. "Not nothing- I can tell when you lie. This is the second time!" He shook his head, with a playful smirk.

"I- just had a fling... with someone?" You stuttered between words, not knowing where your sentence would end. Mark scrunches up his eyebrows, his eyes glancing down you for a split second to see if anything else was done to you. He was obviously jealous- but kept it hidden with a half-witted smirk. "Gotcha." He takes another bite of the food.

Damien and Celine were talking about who knows what- Damiens eyes lingering over to you every now and then. It just leaves Darkus' and Marks' attention to you. It was overwhelming. Still, Darks' hand was on your thigh. "Well..." Mark tries to find something to ask. Darks gaze watches over you, and to Marks hesitating behavior.

"Was he any good?" He stopped eating, looking at you in curiosity. You shuddered for a second. "That's a bit personal, Mark..." You were stopped by Dark's words. "No, no. He asked. You answer." He said sternly, squeezing your thigh. To be completely honest- you hated it. Unable to move and to have him legit crawl all over you wasn't a good feeling. But, you sighed.

Maybe you could get back at Dark with something? "He wasn't good. I wish I could've left the room, but I couldn't." You blatantly stay. Darks grip on you tightens, almost drawing blood. He snarls subtly but tries to keep a straight face. "Really? Why would you want to be with a guy who's trash like that?" Mark questions you.

"The thing is- I never wanted to be with him in the first place." You continue on, no matter the stinging pain Dark is forcing onto you, you felt bitter- and that he deserved to be trash-talked in that way. "I see. You play hard, ____." Mark grinned daringly as he drank from his glass of water, keeping eye contact with you.

You felt redness growing over the bridge of your nose and onto your cheeks- slowly looking away. Celine stood up from her chair- looking down at you and the boys that sat to your sides- obviously head over heels. "If you'll excuse me, I need to retrieve a few things..." She excuses herself from the table and walks out of the dining room.

Damien obviously saw how uncomfortable you were from possessive Dark on your right, and he glared at him. Darkus jumped subtly from zoning out- hearing Damiens snapping in front of his face. His hand slid away from you as he stiffened up. "Learn your manners." Damien huffed harshly.

"Excuse me, learn my manners?" Dark was taken back by Damiens' statement. "Get your little side chick to learn HERS." He hissed at the vintage man. Mark and I's jaws dropped, almost like they dropped the floor- our gaze going from each other to Dark, then to Damien- not knowing what to do next in this situation. The tension was filling the room, to the point that if you had a knife, it wouldn't be able to cut it.

The air got warm, Darks' eyes glared at Damien- but Damien had a point, whether it seemed like he was both into you and Celine, Dark was being inappropriate- forceful and intimidating. Celine decided to return, with a new scarf since the room was once cold- but now it's steaming hot. "Oh- wow it got so heated in here.." She partially said to herself, but also eyed the staredown both Damien and Darkus were having.

"Darling." Celine started- sitting down next to Damien again and wrapping her arm around Damiens Bicep. Darks glare turned to you, as it slowly became much more gentle. "Dark-" You mutter, barely audible. "He-he's right Dark." Mark finished your sentence, whether or not that is actually what you wanted to tell him.

Dark felt the defeat soar through him, and he slouched glumly. "Yes... Sorry ___. My poor manners." He grouched, continuing to down his once warm food. By then, his hand was removed from your thigh. There was a white handprint left behind. Damiens concerned brown eyes slid over to yours, watching you look at the handprint embedded into your leg.

You jumped out of your trance to find him giving you a reassuring smile. Wise beyond his times. 

Now, with that- the air is still thick, if anything goes wrong, Dark and Damien will snap- maybe calm them down? Find out in the next chapter!