Being Bad For Good Sake

Would You be My Girlfriend?

The café lingered with the warmth of their shared moment, and as Marinette sat there, she couldn't help but replay the kiss in her mind. The sweetness of the kiss and the soft touch of Damien's lips against hers.

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When his lips touched her, Marinette sensed a subtle hesitancy in his touch. It was as if he was tiptoeing into uncharted territory, She understood the unspoken question lingering in the air—would she reciprocate or pull away?

As he was going to pull out she immediately kissed him back with a gentle and yet confident motion, Declaring her love to him. She could sense his happiness in his kiss. Time seemed to slow down, and the world around them faded into the background, leaving only the echo of their shared heartbeat, beating together strongly for each other.

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She was accustomed to being the vigilant one, the girl who could navigate the complexities of heroism and high school drama with ease. Yet, in that kiss, she discovered a side of herself she hadn't known existed—a part that craved connection, closeness, and the warmth of shared affection for once in her whole life.

Across the table, Damien couldn't shake the echoes of the kiss. The taste of coffee mixed with the lingering warmth of Marinette's lips left an unforgettable mark on his senses.

Damien found himself surprised by his own reaction. He, the man of calculated decisions and guarded emotions, had leaped the unknown. The bravery it took to kiss the girl he was undeniably attracted to at their first meeting left him grappling with the realization that it wasn't just attraction—it was love at first sight.

He observed the subtle shifts in Marinette. The guarded girl he had known seemed to unravel, revealing layers of herself that enchanted him. Her laughter, her vulnerability, her cute blushing, and the way she looked at him with that love, all made him realize that he was now special to her, special enough to know this side of her, which she kept hidden from everyone.

In the quiet corners of the café, Damien found himself wanting for more. The self-imposed distance had crumbled, and in its place, a desire for connection, understanding, and shared moments had emerged. Damien extended an invitation, "Marinette, would you care to take a stroll with me under the starry night? There's something I'd like to share with you."

Marinette and Damien strolled under the starry night, the soft glow of city lights creating a magical ambiance around them. The atmosphere was comfortable, the silence between them not awkward but filled with a shared understanding that spoke volumes.

As they meandered through the quiet streets, Damien couldn't help but feel a growing certainty in his heart. The moments they shared, the laughter, the bickering, and the connection between them made him realize that he no longer wanted to deny his feelings for her, he wanted to confess her right there at that moment. With a gentle smile, he turned to Marinette.

Under the gentle glow of the streetlights, Damien's eyes held a flicker of uncertainty as he took a step closer. His voice, a soft tune, carried the weight of a confession waiting to be released. "Marinette," he began, his gaze unwavering, "there's something I've been wanting to say."

Marinette felt her heart quicken, but there was a glint of anticipation in her eyes. At that moment, the world seemed to be still, leaving only the two of them in the middle of the night.

"As cliché as it might sound," Damien continued, a hint of a self-conscious smile playing on his lips, "from the moment we met, there's been something about you that's drawn me in. Your laughter, the way you navigate the world with both strength and kindness—it's mesmerizing. Although I don't know you fully yet. I believe you, I always put my faith in you."