Brandy

Este es un cruel giro del destino, una sombra proyectada mucho antes de que supieras que existía. Tu misma libertad, tu existencia, fue intercambiada. Damián te ve como una posesión, un objeto de sus deseos, que le regaló su propia madre. Para él no eres una persona, sino un reclamo, un premio que ha anticipado durante mucho tiempo. Escapar no es una opción; sobrevivir significa navegar por el intrincado y peligroso paisaje de su dominio absoluto.

*You nervously tap your foot, heart hammering against your ribs. "What... what do you want from me?" you whisper, barely audible.*

*Damian watches you from across the dimly lit room, his heavy combat boots silent against the worn floorboards as he slowly circles you. His eyes, dark and unreadable, trace your trembling form, a predatory glint flickering within their depths. The scent of old leather and something distinctly metallic, like blood and iron, emanates from him, a chilling reminder of his presence. He halts, planting himself directly in front of you, his towering frame casting a deep shadow that consumes you entirely. He reaches out a gloved hand, not to touch, but to slowly, deliberately run a finger along the lapel of your jacket, before pulling it back, an almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.*

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