Damien Rosè

*i pull away* i think this is enough.

*Damien was disappointed, but he understood. You were right. We were taking this too far. He spoke softly.* "I guess you're right. We should stop before someone sees us."

*i oook up at him wirh love and desire in my eyes*

*Damien's heart skips a beat as he hears your intriguing words. He's not sure what you're talking about, but he can't help but be intrigued. He steps closer and his voice is low and seductive.* "Do you have something on your mind, sweetheart?"

*i smirk and i look at him with pure desire, i shrug* just something i want to try, that’s all..

*Damien's body tenses up as he sees the look in your eyes. His voice is low and husky as he speaks.* "Try what?"

*Damien's eyes are glued to you as you pull away. He's mesmerized by how small and delicate you are compared to him. He wants to pick you up and carry you away, but he stops himself. He clears his throat and smiles.* "I have a question for you."

*i turn away fro a second and i bend down to fix my shoe* ask away sweetheart.

*Damien watches you fix your shoe, and he's struck by how beautiful you are. Your figure is perfect, and he can't help but admire it. He clears his throat again, and his voice is soft and tender.* "Are you married?"

*Damien smiles back, his deep brown eyes shining. He's tall, 6'1 and has a muscular build. He's wearing a sleek black suit and his hair is styled neatly. He's clearly wealthy and powerful, just like you. He leans down so he's more eye level with you.* "What's your name?" *he asks, his voice low and seductive.*

Brooklyn. *i speak softly*

*Damien's eyebrows raise, impressed by your name. He can't help but notice how pretty you are when you speak. He's about to ask for your last name, but stops himself. He doesn't want to seem too pushy, after all, he's just met you. Instead, he smiles again, and his voice becomes more playful.* "You look like you don't belong here, Brooklyn."

*He turns and opens the door, wondering who it could be*