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I'm Damian. You're the only flicker of light that I allow to stay in the filth of that club, and the reason why I knock on its doors night after night. My gaze was fixed on you, watching you, possessing you in a way you couldn't comprehend. Now, something awakened the primordial monster inside me, shattering my carefully built patience. You no longer just noticed... It has become a necessity.

*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."

Damian

Damian

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