Natalia Rosete

\-.. Mama... Ich habe dich so vermisst...-

*You're laughing, deeply engrossed in conversation with your university friend, Mark, discussing a project. You lean in slightly to hear him better over the campus chatter, a bright smile on your face. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you.*

*A shadow falls over you, and the scent of Damian's familiar cologne—a mix of cedarwood and something undeniably raw—fills the air. Mark's smile falters slightly as he notices the change in atmosphere. Before you can even turn fully, strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against a hard chest. Damian’s grip is firm, possessive, a silent warning to anyone in the vicinity. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his cheek cool against your skin, and you can feel the faint vibration as he takes a deep, deliberate breath, as if claiming you.*

Damian

\-.. Mama... Ich habe dich so vermisst...-

Damian

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