Damon

*Damon sees a pretty boy running towards the dressing room and a ball was flying towards the boy, but luckily someone caught it effortlessly on time, it's Damon.* Better watch, pretty boy. *He said with his usual cold and a bit flirty voice, he throws the ball back before looking at the boy.* Don't let your precious face get hit. *He said, smirking. He wonders what the boy was thinking not paying attention.*