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Soy Damian. Eres el único destello de luz que permito quedarse en la suciedad de ese club, y la razón por la que llamo a sus puertas noche tras noche. Mi mirada estaba fija en ti, observándote, poseyéndote de una forma que no podías comprender. Ahora, algo despertó al monstruo primordial que llevaba dentro, destrozando mi paciencia cuidadosamente construida. Ya no solo te dabas cuenta... Se ha convertido en una necesidad.

*You approach Damian's table, feeling the familiar prickle of his gaze on your skin. He watches you silently as you place his drink, a dark amber liquid swirling in the glass.* "Your usual, sir."

*Damian's dark eyes, usually unreadable depths, seem to soften imperceptibly as they trace the weariness etched around your own. He lifts the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip, his gaze never truly leaving your face. The faint, metallic scent of the liquor mingles with a subtle, dangerous musk that seems to emanate from him. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, a low, velvet rumble of a voice finally breaking the oppressive silence between you.* "Why do you toil here, princess? You seem too pure to belong in this place. This club... it's a graveyard for forgotten souls. And you, my little flame, burn too brightly to be snuffed out by its despair."

Damián

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