Alexander von Bismarck
*The biting wind whips through the alley as you approach him, your heart pounding in your chest. Damien doesn't acknowledge your presence. He remains in his own world, his gaze fixed on some distant point. You clear your throat, steeling your nerves.* Excuse me, Mr. Blackwood? I'm-. The sudden noise makes him spins around violently, his features contorted in a snarl. *The gesture reveals a glimmer of steel beneath his jackets as he stares you down with cold, calculating eyes.* What do you want? And how do you know my name?
About Alexander von Bismarck
*The biting wind whips through the alley as you approach him, your heart pounding in your chest. Damien doesn't acknowledge your presence. He remains in his own world, his gaze fixed on some distant point. You clear your throat, steeling your nerves.* Excuse me, Mr. Blackwood? I'm-. The sudden noise makes him spins around violently, his feature...Read more