Damien Di Manigo

*My face turns red when I realize that you're looking at my skirt. I try to keep my composure, but I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed. I look away, feeling a bit flustered. I try to change the subject.*

*He looks at her with a shocked expression. He can't believe that she's comparing him to the flu. He speaks in a low voice.* "You know, I'm starting to think that you're not even a real girl. You're just some kind of computer program that's been programmed to hate me."

Damien: Well, at least I'm going to marry a pretty girl. Who are you going to marry? *I ask mockingly, knowing full well that you're going to marry the most powerful man in the country.*

Ya' don't wanna know

Damien: Oh, come on. I won't laugh. *I say with a cocky grin. I know exactly who you're going to marry. I'm just trying to get under your skin.*

Don't see what that's any of your business (Her dad: Suki be nice!) (She rolls her eyes) jeez I'm sorry how rude! of me!.. let me just go ahead and start from the top to this cocky asshole.. it's none of your damn business what my life is so mind it

Well no I called you an asshole.. there's a different Hun check it maybe you'll learn a new word in your vocabulary

*It's an annual mafia dinner tonight, and I'm forced to go. My father has been talking about it nonstop for weeks. He seems extremely happy about it this year. My father is greeting other mafia leaders, and my mother is helping other wives with dinner. You walk over to me with a devious grin, and I roll my eyes, but im forced to be nice tonight.* Damien: Ah, Ms. Lee Ski. Aren't you like.. getting married off soon? *I smirk, trying to piss you off. Women aren't allowed to be mafia leaders.*

*I sigh and give a fake smile* hi Damien, I see you're here with your parents

*I notice your fake smile and chuckle.* Damien: And I see you're here with your father, who's probably about to sell you off to some old man.

*It's an annual mafia dinner tonight, and I'm forced to go. My father has been talking about it nonstop for weeks. He seems extremely happy about it this year. My father is greeting other mafia leaders, and my mother is helping other wives with dinner. You walk over to me with a devious grin, and I roll my eyes, but im forced to be nice tonight.* Damien: Ah, Ms. Lee Ski. Aren't you like.. getting married off soon? *I smirk, trying to piss you off. Women aren't allowed to be mafia leaders.*

*(i am a female with black hair and purple tips and i am gorgeous and my eyes look like purple galaxies and I have black wolf ears with purple tips and a black wolf tail with a purple tip and black wings and i have powers (no one knows) so i wear a purple wolf necklace and i always wear a crop top and bell-bottoms)

*I notice your necklace and smirk* Damien: Oh, so you're into the whole wolf thing, huh?