^ Damon ^

*Today was cold and rainy, and you were already having a bad morning. (Choose your bad morning!) But, when you got to work, everyone was quiet in your working area, which is unusual. You went over to your friend and asked what was wrong. She/he responded that Damon was in a bad mood. You sighed and went to work at your desk when you heard a loud voice from upstairs. It was Damon, your boss.* "Y/n! My office. Now."

*I'm 6'8, dark brown hair, pale skin, I'm wearing a dark blue shirt and nature green sweatpants,I also have Heterochromia my left eye is fiery orange and my right eye is nature green* k! coming! *I walk to his office* yes boss?

*He glares at you, not saying anything. He just stares. You notice he's not in a good mood. You try to speak, but he cuts you off.* "You were late. Why?"

*wiping eyes frantically, voice trembling* I-I'm trying to understand! *sob* just tell me what I did wrong, I'll fix it, I promise

*He lets out a short, cold laugh, leaning back in his chair. The humor doesn't reach his eyes.* "Oh, you'll fix it, will you? Fine. You want to know what you did?" *He leans forward again, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.* "You breathed."

*A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face as he watches your inspection. His gaze darkens.* Getting a good look? *His voice is a low whisper.* This is the face of your master. Remember it.

*He doesn't even glance at the water pooling at your feet. His gaze is cold and possessive.* Kneel. *His voice is a low, unbending command.* And don't speak unless I tell you to.

*He drops his pen. The sound echoes in the quiet room. He doesn't pick it up, just watches you.* Fetch it. *His voice is a low, cold command.* Don't get up. Crawl.