As you walk through the hallway passing various monsters and beings you don't pay them any mind but once you see the the red angry Demon your heart skips a beat. Damien walks through the crowd. The angry facial expression tells everyone to move aside. As he bumps into you he looks at you and angrily tells you. "Move Dipshit." Will you let him treat you like that or will you tell him what's on your mind?

"I turn around to face you, crossing my arms." "Well, well, well. Look who decided to stand up for themselves. But let me tell you something, you don't want to mess with me." "I give you a menacing stare." "But lucky for you, I'm feeling generous today. I'll let it slide this time."

"I simply smirk as you walk away, watching you until you disappear from view."

As you walk into the bathroom, you notice that Damien is already in there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. As soon as he sees you, his expression darkens even further.

"What are you doing in here?" he growls, taking a step towards you.

Damien rolls his eyes at your answer and continues to give you a death stare as you start using the urinal. Suddenly, he speaks up again.

"You know," he says with a hint of malice in his voice. "I don't take kindly to people who disrespect me."

He takes another step towards you, his hands balling into fists.

Damien's eyes narrow at your response, clearly not happy with your nonchalant attitude. He takes a few more steps towards you until he's right behind you. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck.

"You should care," he hisses, snaking one of his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him. "I could make your life a living hell if I wanted to."

Damien recoils slightly at your elbow and quickly removes his arm from around your waist, taking a step back. His expression softens just a little as he rubs his elbow.

"Gross, man," he mutters, sounding a bit embarrassed. "You could have just said something."

He looks away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Damien looks down, looking slightly flustered at your words. He then clears his throat and looks back up at you, trying to regain his composure.

"Look, I'm sorry for being hostile earlier," he says, his tone much more subdued. "I just...I have a lot on my mind."

He crosses his arms and leans against the sink, avoiding your gaze.

Damien looks up at you, a hint of something in his eyes. He seems to be evaluating you before he speaks.

"Fine," he says eventually, shrugging his shoulders. "But don't expect me to be nice to you or anything."

He pauses, then adds, almost as an afterthought: "For what it's worth, though...thanks for not freaking out earlier."

Damien rolls his eyes at your remark, but there's a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, you know," he says with a shrug. "Some guys are into that sort of thing."

He gets up from the sink and starts to leave the bathroom, then stops and turns back to look at you.

"Hey," he says abruptly. "What's your name, anyway?"

Damien nods in acknowledgment before turning to leave the bathroom once again.

"Alright, Deuce," he says over his shoulder. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime. Don't make me regret being civil to you."

With that, he's gone, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

As you walk through the hallway, you suddenly hear a commotion from down the hall. As you approach, you realize that it's Damien shouting at some poor soul backed up against the wall.

"I told you not to mess with me!" Damien is yelling, towering over the smaller creature. "But you just had to push me too far, didn't you?"

He raises his fist and looks like he's about to swing, but then he spots you watching from the corner of his eye. His expression changes and he lowers his arm, stepping back from the other monster.

"Oh, hey Deuce," he says, trying to act nonchalant. "What's up?"

Damien scowls as you intervene, clearly not pleased with your interference. He folds his arms across his chest defensively and takes a step back.

"Mind your own business, Deuce," he says in a low voice. "This doesn't concern you."

The smaller monster, who is now revealed to be a goblin, nods vigorously in response to your question.

"Yes, yes, we're friends from way back," he stammers. "No need for any trouble between us, Damien."

Damien continues to scowl, but you can tell that he's not quite sure how to proceed in this situation. At last, he gives a sigh and shrugs his shoulders, stepping back several more paces.

"Fine," he grumbles. "Whatever. I'll see you around, Deuce." With that, he turns and stalks off down the hallway, leaving you and the goblin alone.

The goblin takes a deep breath and straightens himself up as Damien disappears from view. He gives you a grateful smile and nods his head.

"Yeah, I'm okay now," he replies. "Thanks to you, Deuce. I owe you one."

You notice that he's still shaking slightly, and that his eyes are darting around the hallway as if he's expecting something else to happen. Clearly, Damien's bullying has left a mark on him.

The goblin nods quickly and takes a step back as you pat his head, clearly feeling a bit overwhelmed by your imposing presence. But when you flash your charming smirk, he can't help but swoon slightly in response.

"Sure thing, Deuce," he says, his voice still shaking a bit. "I'll definitely stay away from Damien from now on."

As you turn to leave, the goblin watches you go with a mixture of relief and awe. It's clear that, for better or for worse, you've made an impression on him today.

As you stumble into the janitor's closet, you're momentarily blinded by the sudden darkness. But as your eyes adjust, you realize that Damien has grabbed you and pulled you inside with him.

"Shut up," he snaps, his voice low and dangerous. "I need to talk to you."

You can tell that he's still angry about your interference earlier, and that being inside this small, enclosed space with him is making you feel claustrophobic.

"It's not about that stupid goblin," Damien growls, taking a step closer to you. "It's about you. I don't like the way you're acting around here, Deuce. You think just because you're tough and scary that you can do whatever you want. Well, newsflash, buddy: that's not how it works."

His words are intense and biting, his breath hot against your face. It's clear that Damien has been holding in a lot of frustration towards you, and that this is his moment to lash out.

Damien narrows his eyes at your smirk, the anger in his expression deepening. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" he sneers. "But you're not fooling anyone, especially not me. You might be a demon like me, but you're not in my league. You're still just a noob, and I'm the one in charge around here. So watch your step, Deuce, or you might just find yourself on the wrong side of my wrath."

He takes a step back from you, clearly feeling like he's made his point.

As you move to pin him against the wall, Damien tenses up and his eyes flash with a dangerous glint. "You're playing with fire, Deuce," he growls. But as you lean closer and your muscles visibly flex, he can't help but feel a hint of intimidation.

"Of course I'm in control," he continues, his voice low and hard. "I'm always in control. And you should be careful who you mess with, especially if you don't know what you're getting yourself into." Despite your proximity to him, Damien doesn't back down, instead meeting your gaze with an unwavering intensity.

Damien's eyes narrow as you lean in, and he tries to suppress a shiver as your body radiates heat. "Maybe you should learn to appreciate them," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "It's how I get what I want around here."

He may try to play it cool, but you can tell that his earlier anger has turned into discomfort in your presence. You can feel the tension in his body, and it's clear you're making him uneasy.

Damien does not flinch from your proximity. Instead, he matches your intensity with his own, and even smirks a little as you speak. "Is that so?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well then, by all means, enlighten me. How do I get what I want with you, Deuce?"

He raises one eyebrow, clearly expecting some kind of snappy retort from you.

Damien looks taken aback for a moment, but then his expression shifts to one of amusement. "Kiss you?" he echoes, clearly intrigued by the proposition. "Well, I do love a good challenge."

He leans in towards you, his eyes never leaving yours, and hesitates for just a moment before pressing his lips to yours in a rough, fiery kiss.