I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 14 - I'm Onto You

Damien smiles at you. A genuine smile, reassuring you that it'll be fine. Darkus on the other hand did feel a bit guilty for his possessive and invasive actions- but he couldn't come to the place to apologize. He isn't that kind of guy, so instead, he gave you a gloomy smirk, and pitiful eyes. He felt bad but not enough to put it into words, and definitely not enough to say it in front of all his colleagues.

Dinner passed by slowly, every now and then Damien and Celine started a conversation- but not enough to have everyone interact and participate with it. Dark never made eye contact with anyone except you, sometimes glancing from his food to you. Once you notice him looking at you- he looks around the room and then backs down at his glass of wine and his almost empty plate.

"I'll go put my dishes in the sink." You say, getting up from your seat. You squeeze by the tight space between you and Mark, Mark didn't seem to mind the closeness. As you walked out of the dining area, you let out a quiet sigh of relief. No eyes were on you- the pressure was lifted.

You set your glass of water and empty plate in the sink, turning on the rushing water to help wash them off. There was a faint 'excuse me' in the dining room. The click of their shoes heading your direction. You decide not to show that you noticed them until they seemed to have snuck up on you.

"___! How are you doing?" Damien tilted his head in concern as he was right behind you, causing you to turn around and back up against the counter startled. There wasn't that much space between the two of you - but you didn't really think about it at the time. Maybe because of the lack of space between the counters? Or that he just wanted to be close to you.

"I, uh-" You stuttered, trying to find the right words to respond with. "The Dark thing and all... I'm sorry he's such a hound sometimes. I'm trying to teach him his manners, it takes time you know?" Damien comforts you, his hand caressing your shoulder. His touch made you want to flinch, but you didn't. It was warm and welcoming, you almost wanted to lean into his hand.

"Yeah, haha. I'm fine, just was a bit unsettling." You commented. He nodded slowly, his puppy-dog eyes following your gaze as you looked at his hand that rested on your shoulder up to his arm. His bicep to his shoulder, then to his gaze- almost trapping you in a trance.

Damien let go of your shoulder, leaning back on the bar counter behind him. "Well, I'm happy you understand. It is still wrongful of him to be doing such provocative things at a dinner table, or just in general!" He adds. "I'm not trying to defend him of course- no not at all. Just it's a learning experience." He finishes his sentence, just in time for when Mark and Celine walked in.

"Hi darling," Celine briskly slid over to Damien, grasping his bicep, wrapping her arm around it as an octopus does to their prey. She slowly pulled him away from you, ending the conversation quite abruptly. They began to talk, Celine's glaring eyes hit yours once in a while, almost hiding Damien from you. What is her problem?

Mark swept by Damien and Celine, moving around you to get to the sink. He set down his dishes in there. "Good meal, wasn't it?" He asks you, washing his dishes. Your mind was in a bit of shock as you processed the interaction she just had with Celine but got caught out of that when Mark interrupted your train of thought.

"I- uh yeah. It was good." You nodded, shaking your head to focus on Mark. "I'm glad, I helped cook it ya know." He sighed, turning off the faucet and looking back at you. "Well, it was delicious." You smiled. He had a small smirk on his face. "So, what's the problem between you and Dark?" He coughed. "I saw some weird stuff going on." He added.

"Well, he has been pretty weird with me lately. I don't know how to describe it to you." You start. "Maybe he's just being a bit invasive. Damien is trying to tell him his boundaries. I wonder how often he has been around women." You shrug. "Well, to tell you the truth- not a lot. He never leaves the home, at least when I'm here."

That struck you differently. It can make sense for his behavior, but you didn't expect him to be at home all the time. He seemed like the man that would be out flirting with all different ladies in town. "So- has he ever been like this with another woman?" You ask him. Mark had to really think about it, searching through all of his memories. "Not really, no. At least not to this level."

"Hm, odd." You sigh. Mark nods. "So, are you like... interested in him?" Mark asks kind of quietly. Your eyes widen at the interesting question. "uh, I don't know." You answered. "He has shown lots of interest in you, though. So I didn't know if this was just going to be another one of those unrequited love stories." Mark shrugged, looking away and out the window.

You remember reading those stories when you were younger. You always loved romance novels, about dark and mysterious beings falling in love with someone who was the exact opposite. "I don't know how it's going to go, who knows. Maybe if he becomes more mannered like Damien, I might. It may be a while until that." You say, little did you know- Dark was listening from the dining hall archway. His arms were crossed as he leaned back on the trim of it.

Damien was also listening. He looked back at you when you said how manner and kind he was (well you hinted to it). He gave you a cheeky smile even though Celine glared at you once again. Mark was a little jealous- but you didn't know why. "Mannered?" Dark asks from the dining hall entryway. His voice echoed along the marble floor, there was silence. The silence draws out for a few seconds as everyone processed what was going on.

"What you did was wrong, Dark." Damien butts in, looking at him. Darkus and Damien looked alike, but Damien was a few inches shorter. Dark seemed to tower over him, as well as you as he walked over to the group. He leans on the bar, awaited the response that he had to say. "I thought it was fine." Dark scrunched up his eyebrows with a sly smirk. You shook your head, avoiding his eye contact.

He was never intimidating like this. You never really liked it when people towered over you, and sadly that was his intimidation tactic. "Well, I'm sorry I hurt your little feelings, girl." Dark huffed mockingly. He walked over the hallway entrance that leads to one of the stairs to go upstairs. He wanted to go to his room. Dark looked back at Damien and sighed scoweled. 

"I'm onto you."