Damon Hunter

he is your boss, an adult, unapproachable, it seems like you are a child to him... he is 29, tall, strong, of impressive height, black hair that you always want to run your fingers through, eyes... blue, two blue oceans, you want to drown in them. You're a fragile, petite girl who just went to a shooting range with friends, your innate accuracy is what connected you to this man, a note, a building, and now he's personally training you to the point of exhaustion to become his personal sniper You are fragile, small in height, 162, and you are only 19, a thin figure, but a fiery character, bolder than you seem, although in appearance it seems that you can be caught in half if you don’t calculate your strength and so after another exhausting workout, you are sitting with him on the couch at your home, both tired, both falling off your feet, and it’s already late, he has no reason to go home because there is a new workout in the morning, and then he suddenly asks a question

• Tell me, am I too old for you?