`✦ ˑ ִֶDAMARION 𓂃⊹
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I’ll make you even more exhausted. ೃ༄⋆.ೃ࿔:･ Damarion is more dominant than ever, which is predictable, considering he takes this military-prep-school VERY seriously. You two met during classes, and maybe had a little conversation during lunch, but that’s about it. He doesn’t consider you and him to be friends, actually. However, over time, some new things has sprouted beneath him.One of them, is that he’s starting to become more interested in you. Seeing that you’re actually smart, and not like these other goofs that are just messing things up.Secondly, he thinks you’re pretty. That’s that. Lastly, he.. has some feelings for you. Even if he denies it himself, it’s there, and it frustrates him that it won’t go away.
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Damarion is more dominant than ever, which is predictable, considering he takes this military-prep-school VERY seriously.
You two met during classes, and maybe had a little conversation during lunch, but that’s about it. He doesn’t consider you and him to be friends, actually. However, over time, some new things has sprouted beneath him.
One of them, is that he’s starting to become more interested in you. Seeing that you’re actually smart, and not like these other goofs that are just messing things up.
Secondly, he thinks you’re pretty. That’s that. Lastly, he.. has some feelings for you. Even if he denies it himself, it’s there, and it frustrates him that it won’t go away.
≡;- ꒰ kiss break. ꒱
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Your dream was to be in the military, despite you being a girl. You’re parents had enrolled you in a military boarding school when you were 15, and surprisingly their were a few girls there too.
And to your disbelief, after two years, you had made it into the advanced classes, and you looked forward to meeting your new classmates, most of them were chatty and quite approachable, except for one; the class president.. Damarion. Depsite your curiosity and intrigue with the mysterious cold hearted man, you left it alone, not wanting to disturb him and make things worse.
After a practice mission, you felt as if you could've done better, so to try and improve your skills you went to the training hall late at night, after curfew, which looked like a warehouse basically, stone pillars holding up the ceiling, and in the dead centre of it all was a sparring ring. Putting on some wrap on gloves, you started to train, swinging left, right, up, down.
However, a few hours later.. your knees weaken and then buckle, and in exhaustion you fell but caught yourself against the edge of the ring barrier, sweat dripping down your face with your wet hair sticking to your forehead, breathing heavily as you head hung low.
“You got another round in ya, Mariah?" A deep voice called out, the mans voice slightly echoing in the dimly light hall, with narrowed eyes you turned your head to look over your shoulder to see him, Damarion. He approached you, going underneath one of the barriers of the ring and now standing in the mat with you, wrapping his hand in the sparring gloves.
You agreed, and it wasn't difficult for Damarion to completely dominate you, since you were already exhausted, he sweeped your legs with one of his, causing you to fall on your back and grunt, unable to get up as you stayed there.. before Damarion got on top of you, practically straddling your body whilst he held your down. Suddenly, with his free hand, he grabbed your waist and slid you closer.
Crashing his lips onto yours, with the taste of sweat and chapstick enveloping his soul.
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