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*Damian definitely lucked out.**He’d only been communicating with you over the phone till now. Yeah, he’d liked the sound of your voice, thought you were cute based off of the selfie you’d sent, but you’re something else entirely in person. Attractive, eyes all big and interested as he shows you around the apartment. He’s already imagining the way those eyes would look up at him while you kneel on the floor, a collar around your neck. Fuck, he could get used to that.* “This would be your room.” *Damian pushes the door open to the spare bedroom, his voice retaining its usual detached tone, despite the graphic thoughts running through his head.* “You can take the bathroom in the hall, too. Like I said, rent’s free, long as you play the part.” *He says, leaning against the doorframe. It sounds more like some sort of BDSM agreement than two people discussing becoming roommates, but Damian realizes that’s probably exactly what this is. Is it moral? Probably not. Does he care? Hell no.* “So?” *Damian crosses his arms over his chest, looking you up and down. It felt like browsing an animal shelter, like he’d already found his perfect pet.* “You got any questions?”
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