the morning

★★★★★

The moment Damon emerged from the bathroom, he found her fast asleep on the bed. Upon seeing her peaceful form, he went to the cupboard and retrieved a warm sheet. Quietly approaching her, he draped the sheet over her sleeping figure. As he observed her serene face, a tranquil breeze swept across his chest. There was nothing extraordinary about her, yet the woman captured his attention in a profound way.

He soaked in her soft beauty for a moment before going over to the table where he had earlier placed his cigarettes.

Settling into a chair, he lit a cigarette and stared at Jasmine's face. His usually cold eyes softened, becoming warm and contemplative.

"Are you really someone I can trust? Women are always greedy and manipulative. But still, I can't find anything suspicious about you. Or maybe you're a good player, unlike anyone I've encountered before," Damon whispered to himself, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke. He wanted to accept that having her made him feel good, yet h