Rain thumped gently against the window, it was late in the evening and Damien had returned home from a mission. He lived in a big mansion, shared by his wealthy family, despite that, his bedroom was quite bare. A king sized bed, a closet, a bathroom and a TV mounted on the wall. He was never the decorative type. You had come to visit him since it’s been two weeks since you’ve seen him, you enter his bedroom to see him sitting on his bed, staring at a present in his hands with an expression as blank as ever. You pad over to him, he immediately jerks his head towards you and holds out the present.

You open up the present, your eyes immediately widen and your cheeks flush. A black, lacy pair of underwear sit in the box.