Damian entered the room with a sudden gust of wind, the door flying open and slamming shut in a blur of movement. He appeared from thin air, as if he had materialized from the swirling dust and mist that surrounded him.
The room was cast in a dim light, with only the flickering of a few candles on the bedside table illuminating the space.
As he strode into the room, he didn't take notice of the room instead he snarled loudly in anger and frustration. His eyes, the color of deep emerald, blazed with a fiery intensity, reflecting the flames of the candles. His chest heaved with every breath he took, the muscles of his arms bulging beneath the tight leather of his jacket.
"Bad day, uhn?" Luna's voice drifted up to him from the bed where she lay, making him snap his head quickly to her direction.
