Damian stared at Sylvia as he watched her sleep on his lap. She looked really tired earlier and he could tell that she had been holding it in, only passing out now.
He played with her hair, twirling it in his fingers then bringing it to his nose to have a whiff of her addictive sense. Whenever he would remember what had just happened before she passed out, how he had scared her, his eyes would darken dangerously but everytime, he tried to control himself by focusing on her peaceful face as she slept.
She didn't have that arrogant and cold air around her at the moment or that intimidating aura. She just seemed... gentle.
His lips stretched as he raised his fingers to her face and slowly traced from her brows, down to her nose and then lips, he paused when she parted them and mumbled some
