Damian Robin Costume Novels & Stories

she said as she started to set out the silver. I opened my mouth to respond to her but the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs stopped me. Damian appeared in the doorway but he wasn't wearing his robe. He was fully dressed in a tailored navy suit and his silk tie was knotted with a sharp edge that didn't belong on a Saturday morning. He looked like he was ready to walk into a big meeting instead of sharing a quiet meal at home with his wife. "Office?" I asked. I didn't stop whisking the eggs.

That way, I would be able to see what was about to happen and capture the moment. From my observations, this was a costume and mask party. People came in and went out wearing real princess dresses for the women and tuxedos for the men while they had their eyes or entire faces masked. Damien must have set up this party to achieve his party like he used to. I couldn't blame him for doing this because I had caused almost all his benefactors to abandon him the last time. I wonder how he would take me if he were to see me right now.

She had ruined us in many ways. I wasn't even in the mood to smile as I stared back at myself in the mirror. Damian had insisted I didn’t come, saying it was his battle to fight. And even though he assured me that this wasn't a big case, the court hearing would only make things official and put everything to a close. Damian walked into the room, already dressed up in his three piece suit. He looked absolutely amazing. His hair was perfectly combed and his jaw was clean shaven, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and making his blue eyes even more intense.

And there he was. Damian stood just inside, a silent sentinel in the luxurious, minimalist space. He was dressed in his signature uniform: a black turtleneck, his black coat, and his black fingerless gloves. His face shield was clipped neatly to his coat collar, a sign that he had only just arrived or was about to leave. He was still the same man, a fortress of quiet strength. But as he looked up, as his eyes met hers, everything changed. And he smiled. Not a big, dramatic grin. Just a slow, quiet curve of his lips.

Damian said after he was also done dressing. He was dressed in sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. He still managed to look hot in just simple wear, he held out his hand which I took. Damian is very charming and romantic, that's how it makes him the perfect serial killer. He can pick any girl of the street with ease and because the girls are willing no one will suspect anything.

I knew the no-touch rule was killing me slowly, but I couldn’t stop craving the weight of his stare. When I entered the studio this time, Damien was waiting with a different energy. His jaw was set tighter, gray eyes darker, like the restraint from the last two days had finally started to crack. He wore a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing more of the intricate tattoos that disappeared toward his chest. The man looked like sin wrapped in control. “Robe,” he said curtly, not even bothering with a greeting.

The next day Damien was all ready for the trip. He stood in front of the mirror admiring his looks. For the fist time he wasn't wearing a suit for an outing. He wore a white shirt that he bottoned but left his broad chest bare making him looking more dashing then ever. He also wore black shorts giving him a completely new look that he also admired as well. Rojas walked into his room after knocking. He along with his men stepped into the room and grabbed his luggages and headed out.

He spanked her butt and let her go. He went to the closet to get ready and rose opened the box. It was a black coloured gown. Rose dried and curled her hair and wore it, it was fitting her perfectly which made her think that how did Damian know her exact measurements. She did a nude makeup and wore her heels. Rose tied the gun and knife holster around her thighs and she was ready for the night. Damian came out of the closet wearing his black suit. Rose looked at his handsome form and averted her eyes quickly. His sharp jawline, perfectly set hair and his deep blue eyes they were her weak point, she always gets drawn in his blue oceans eyes.

Damien moved toward one of the cars, already pulling off his jacket. In a few practiced motions, he changed out of his formal work attire into something simpler - dark jeans, a fitted shirt, and a jacket that blended easily into any crowd. He adjusted his sleeves, his movements calm, deliberate. When he was done, he glanced at Robin Hood. “You’re not changing?” he asked. Robin Hood leaned casually against one of the cars, arms crossed. “No,” he said. “I’m good.” Damien raised a brow slightly. Robin Hood smirked faintly.

I interrupted him that made him shocked. Robin is Damian's butler in the palace and acts as his assistant in his businesses as well as Leonard del Fuego. As far as I can remember, he is also the one who is beside Damian while trying his hardest to win me back. In short, he is a very helpful person of Damian. "Y-yes, Lady C-Cherrie." He seems to have difficulty in calling me with this name but, I also am aware in the difficulty to call my full first name.