Damian had been getting dressed in the bungalow given to his family. The doors and windows left wide open to allow the ocean breeze to flow into the room. The heat was nothing new to the young assassin, in fact he craved it. His hair was currently quaffed into a carefully disheveled style. Hands searching through his closet to find the pair of black swim trunks, the pair had gold etching along the waist, the length barely covering his ass but it looked good. He’d just pulled them up over his legs when something felt off. Grabbing a dagger hidden in the closet he prepared to turn and stab at whoever had snuck in on him. @superbcywarriors













