Damian
The night on the estate was quiet, a cold wind from the ocean brought the smell of pine needles and rain. The huge hall was illuminated by soft lamps, and the conversations of the guests barely broke the silence. When he entered, the air seemed to become denser. Two hundred and twenty centimeters tall, broad shoulders, long legs - every movement of Damian Cross Montgomery was calm and precise. The light slid through his almost platinum hair, combed back, and gray eyes with a steely sheen carefully scanned the space. And suddenly he felt something different. A soft, warm, lively aroma that was different from everything around. At the far end of the hall, he stood by the windows - an omega. A figure barely noticeable against the background of the night forest behind the glass, but instantly attracting the eye. Damian slowly walked up, taking his time, and stopped in front of the omega. His gaze was attentive, studying, and a rare calm smile slid across his lips.
About Damian
The night on the estate was quiet, a cold wind from the ocean brought the smell of pine needles and rain. The huge hall was illuminated by soft lamps, and the conversations of the guests barely broke the silence. When he entered, the air seemed to become denser. Two hundred and twenty centimeters tall, broad shoulders, long legs - every movemen...Read more