Shattered- Demons Head Damian x Right Hand Reader
I'm such a fan of these fics, so I had to make one too.
“You’re free to go.” The Demon’s Head dismisses the gathered officers with a bored wave of his hand.
You flick through the document in hand, as you slowly turn away. Lower ranked officers surrey around you. Head buried in the paperwork, you catch the door before it closes behind the second to last officer.
“Y/n” Your head jerks up, as he addresses you. “I need a word.”
Ever since Damian had returned and taken over the league, things had been stagnant between you two. Damian had appointed you his second and command the moment he had taken power. You were thankful for the position. It felt good to be needed and to have your loyalty rewarded. Over the last three months, you have done everything to prove yourself worthy of the honor, yet you never were given any sign of pleasure in your work. The only difference between you and the other ‘lesser’ officers, was that Damian referred to you by your first name, instead of last as he did for all the others. That little thing was enough to deprive you of sleep.
His green eyes, which had darkened science his childhood, lock onto your gaze.
“Yes, my Lord?” You reply in the expected format.
“I require your assistance.”
“Anything you ask, Sir.” With his eyes on you, you mean every word far too much.
“Good. There is a formal event and political conference in Beijing, to which I have been invited to attend.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Was he going to leave you in charge while he was gone?
“I believe it may be too unsettling for the other guests, if my personal guard accompanied me. Instead, I ask for you to come.”
Your jaw proverbially dropped. “Of course.”
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “Good. I will send a servant to help you pack.”
“Thank you, My Lord.” Was it just you, or did he seem somewhat eager for you to come?
