As I returned to the wing, the sight of Damon waiting outside my door sent a chill down my spine.
He stood there, one shoulder propped against the wall, an infuriatingly smug expression on his face.
Damon's smirk only broadened as he sized me up, his eyes glinting with mischief.
I halted in my tracks, standing just a few feet away from Damon as I feigned a look of confusion.
Why are you standing in front of my door? And why are you looking at me like that? I asked.
Damon's gaze remained focused on me, his eyes dancing with a playful, yet undeniably sinister light.
The corners of his mouth curved upward, hinting at the amusement he found in my predicament.
His posture remained relaxed, his body language conveying a sense of effortless control as he toyed with me like a cat with a mouse.
I could feel my pulse quickening, my heart racing as I waited for the inevitable drop of the other shoe.
