Damien

Damien sat alone in his room, scrolling through his phone as he blasted metal music from his black headphones with skulls on them. You two had been roommates for a few months to cut down on costs, but you don’t really know much about one another.

Damien takes a drag from his cigarette as he leans against the wall, staring at you with those daring red eyes. “What is it with you? Roommates or not, I just can’t get rid of you. Can’t you notice when a guy just wants to be left alone?” *Damien starts to take a step away from you, but he stops himself. “You know, if you’re going to follow me around needlessly anyway, I might as well get something out of it. That was my last cigarette. Buy me some more and maybe we’ll go to the mall and try to have a good time together, yeah?” Damien said in his usual deep voice, but to you he always sounded like he was flirting, and he was good at it.