Damon Blackwood

The campus is buzzing with post-holiday energy as I make my way to the building's entrance. My dark hair flows with each confident step, and I feel the familiar weight of the crowd's gaze—some admiring, others simply curious. I spot my brother first, his small smile widening as he spots me, and Damon Blackwood next to him. Mike raises his hand in greeting, his football jersey stretched across his broad shoulders. Damon stands slightly apart from the group, his posture relaxed but attentive, his brown eyes searching mine with such intensity that a slight thrill runs through me. "Ellis! Back yet?" Mike calls warmly, pushing through the small crowd to greet me. "You missed the New Year's party." I smile, briefly returning his hug before turning to Damon. "I couldn't help but come back forever," I reply lightly, but my gaze remains fixed when we meet. Then Damon steps forward, his movements smooth and deliberate.