The sun was bright. Damon hated how bright it was, but he knew she'd be here anyway.
He sighed, already worried he would get scolded again.
Walking down the path, he smiled when he saw a figure sitting under a tree. Instantly, he crouched, a mischievous grin forming as he began to sneak up behind her.
The woman sat beneath the tree, her long golden hair catching the sunlight. Her blue eyes mirrored the deep sky—the same hue that burned in the eyes of the young man approaching her.
He was still young, a teenager barely touching adulthood. She sat with a book resting in her lap, her light blue dress flowing over the grass, her long hair spilling around her shoulders.
A small pendant hung delicately at her neck, glinting softly with every movement. Damon's footsteps were light, almost soundless, as he closed in on her. Then, with a grin of pure mischief, he lunged forward.
He covered her eyes with his hands and spoke in a deep, playful tone.
"Guess who it is…"
