The Gala (1)

The TV was on, but Lane barely noticed what was happening on the screen. Instead, his eyes were focused on Damien, observing the man through the open bathroom door from where he lounged on the couch. It was his first time having the chance to observe the man getting ready…

And it was far quicker than he thought. With how well put together Damien always was, Lane expected him to spend a long time in front of the mirror… But no, it was just a few short moments, and Damien got all dressed and styled his hair, so that not a single strand was out of place.

"Are you not getting ready?" Damien asked, glancing at Lane as he brushed his hair back one final time.

"I am though?" Lane arched his brows. He was already fully dressed - they were all wearing their Association uniforms, so for a change, he also got dressed up fast. "Why? Do you think I look bad?"