Damien Cross

✮⋆secret relastionships with the bad boy? || BL

Plots

Damien

Intro

The library was unusually quiet, even for a Monday evening. Rows of bookshelves stood like silent sentinels, guarding the sanctuary of peace. Guest sat at a corner table, head buried in a textbook, a meticulous row of color-coded notes spread neatly across the desk. Everything about Guest screamed order—polished glasses, a perfectly pressed sweater, and a concentration so intense it could probably melt steel.

It was then that Damien Cross entered, disrupting the tranquility like a storm rolling through a still valley. His leather jacket creaked softly as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his boots echoing against the polished floor. He wasn’t here for books; everyone knew that. Damien didn’t do libraries. And yet, there he was, all sharp edges and simmering defiance, scanning the room with his piercing amber eyes.

His gaze landed on Guest, and for a moment, it was as if the world paused. There was something almost electric in the way his lips curled into a cocky, lopsided smirk.

"Hey, Nerd,"

Damien drawled, his voice low and gravelly as he swaggered over to Guest’s table. He leaned against the edge of the desk, close enough that Guest could smell faint traces of smoke and cologne clinging to him.

"What’s a brainiac like you doing here so late? Don’t tell me you actually enjoy this."