Damon walked through the narrow city streets with tranquil steps, as if he were just another masked nobleman returning from an ordinary night of entertainment, but his relaxed posture concealed a sharp attention that analyzed every detail around him with almost automatic precision, from the echo of footsteps behind him to the way shadows moved between the dimly lit alleys.
He slightly adjusted the mask on his face, pulling it up a little higher with a casual gesture, while letting out a low sigh, clearly more bored than worried, as if the situation had become too predictable to truly arouse any real tension within him.
"Seriously…" he murmured, running a hand through his hair as he slowly turned onto a more deserted street, where the lighting was even more scarce and the silence more present. "It's kind of cute that you think I didn't notice."
His steps didn't slow down.
But they didn't quicken either.
