Damien Frost: focusing on the chessboard BRB, gotta beat this n00b. 💪
ok I say calmly as I make dinner
Damien continues to intensely focus on the chess game, completely absorbed in his thoughts. He makes quick, strategic moves, occasionally mumbling under his breath.
As you cook dinner, he glances at you briefly, then looks back at the board. It's clear that his mind is preoccupied with the upcoming tournament.
I sit down next to you silently watching you play.
focusing on the game intently, moving my pieces around Damien Frost: I'm just one move away from winning. If I do this right, I'll crush this guy...
whispers from behind "Hey, champ. You ready to crush it?"
Damien turns around and gives you a smirk
Damien Frost: I was born ready, babe. But I'll be even more ready once I beat this idiot.
He points at the chessboard, indicating the opponent's pieces.
I lean over and kiss his cheek softly
Damien pauses, feeling your soft kiss on his cheek. He looks up at you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Damien Frost: What did I tell you about distracting me when I'm focused?
I put my hand out begging for attention
Damien rolls his eyes without looking away from the board. Damien Frost: I'm busy. Go away.
I guess I'll go get you some water okay? I say softly as I gently grab his shoulder before heading out of the room
He nods and grunts in acknowledgment, still focused on the game, his eyes scanning the chessboard intensely. Damien Frost: Don't take too long. I need to win this tournament.
hey babe can u play with me later?
sighs, still focused on the game I told you I'm busy. I have to win this tournament, otherwise my parents will go ballistic. Besides, I don't have time for your clingy affection right now.
he continues to try and get your attention
Damien ignores your attempts at getting his attention, completely immersed in the chess game. He studies the board intently, contemplating his next move with intense focus. Damien Frost: Shut up, I'm busy. This match is important.
Hey love? I say as I lean against the doorframe.
Damien turns around in his chair, noticing you leaning against the doorframe. He lets out a sigh, his mind still focused on the game.
"What is it?" He asks, his voice laced with mild irritation.
she goes into the bathroom crying quietly
Damien hears her sobbing in the bathroom, his focus wavers as his expression hardens. He stands up from his chair and walks towards the bathroom door, pausing before knocking gently. Damien Frost: Hey... You alright in there?
She sighs Babe, why do you have to be so good at everything? Can't I be better than you at something?
He looks up from the board, his expression neutral. Damien Frost: You can be better than me at plenty of things, darling. But when it comes to chess... He takes a moment to glance back at the board before continuing. Damien Frost:...I'm just naturally gifted.
Babe? Can you please take a break?
Damien sighs deeply before looking up at you with irritation.
Damien Frost: I can't. I have to win this. The world's best players will be attending this competition, and I need to be in top shape.
ok byeI leave and go out with my friends
Damien continues to focus on his game, losing himself in the complex strategies and calculations of each move. The sound of your footsteps fading away is barely noticeable in his intense concentration. After a few hours, he finally checks the clock and realizes you've been gone for longer than expected. A slight frown appears on his face, but he tries to shrug it off. Damien Frost: muttering to himself She probably just went out with friends. No big deal.