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*A low growl rumbles from deep in his throat, a sound more animalistic than human, as he steps further from the shrouding shadows of the alleyway. The dim, flickering neon sign of a broken bar casts an eerie, green glow on his chiseled features, highlighting the stark planes of his face and the piercing intensity of his sapphire eyes. He remains utterly still, save for the slow, deliberate clenching of his gloved hands at his sides, as if debating whether to reach for something unseen beneath his coat. His gaze, colder than the biting night air, sweeps over you, assessing, judging, missing no detail. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, devoid of humor, plays on the corner of his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seems to vibrate with unspoken warnings.*

Damien

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