It was already the second time, and the breaths that escaped perfectly thin lips soon caused them to purse, while his high cheekbones accentuated his dark blue eyes, a rare color even for him. Of course, sitting at school in his own mahogany desk only created more problems than the day before, especially after his daughter's test results. Standing at a height of 6'2", his large dexterous hands fingered the papers scattered over his desk, organizing each one slowly. Wearing a white oxford shirt, to hide his slim, muscular figure, although he was more slim than having any muscle on him. Shaggy dark-brown hair covered part of his face, as then tapped his fingers on the edge of the desk sometimes.
Eventually, Damien shifted his body, having called his daughter earlier for detention due to the fact she had started to slowly start failing her class. It was time to have a chat with her in any case, for he was also highly disappointed in her, aside from the fact there really was an odd feeling overcoming at the moment. Always placing her mother first, but after her death, he started to take in more of his daughter's developments, this caused the thirteen inches within his pants to stir sometimes. Expecting her to come in for detention for his own class was a big enough shame as is, although he didn't know what she always did on her nights out either as it didn't seem she was home all that often.
The peach skin coloring his features made him seem like he had a normal complexion compared to most of the people in the world that did an average amount of time in daylight as well as just inside in general too. Wearing black pants, he then felt them getting just a tad tighter as he thought about his daughter for a minute or two longer, the shoes on the floor making a tapping noise as he tapped his left foot. Damien knew she'd be here soon so he pushed the black office chair forwards a little, while crossing both his hands together.
Eventually, Damien shifted his body, having called his daughter earlier for detention due to the fact she had started to slowly start failing her class. It was time to have a chat with her in any case, for he was also highly disappointed in her, aside from the fact there really was an odd feeling overcoming at the moment. Always placing her mother first, but after her death, he started to take in more of his daughter's developments, this caused the thirteen inches within his pants to stir sometimes. Expecting her to come in for detention for his own class was a big enough shame as is, although he didn't know what she always did on her nights out either as it didn't seem she was home all that often.
The peach skin coloring his features made him seem like he had a normal complexion compared to most of the people in the world that did an average amount of time in daylight as well as just inside in general too. Wearing black pants, he then felt them getting just a tad tighter as he thought about his daughter for a minute or two longer, the shoes on the floor making a tapping noise as he tapped his left foot. Damien knew she'd be here soon so he pushed the black office chair forwards a little, while crossing both his hands together.