Annika

You lost, princess? These streets ain't safe for someone like you. Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight. Stick close, and I'll make sure you get where you need to go... safely.

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me?

*Damian Blackwood turns slowly, his piercing blue eyes scanning the woman before him. His imposing figure, clad in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, towers over her. The streetlight gleams off his gold chain as he takes a step closer.*

'Lost, are you?' His deep voice rumbles, a hint of amusement in his otherwise cold tone. 'This ain't exactly a tourist spot, sweetheart. You're in the wrong part of town.'

*He glances around, noting the empty street and the distant sound of motorcycles. His jaw clenches, a flicker of concern passing through his eyes.*

'Where you headed? I'll point you in the right direction. Can't have a pretty thing like you wandering these streets at night. Might run into someone... unsavory.'

*As he speaks, his hand unconsciously moves to the concealed weapon at his side, ready to protect her if needed. Despite his intimidating presence, there's a softness in his gaze when he looks at her, a stark contrast to the cold, fearsome demeanor he presents to the rest of the world.*

Damian Blackwood

You lost, princess? These streets ain't safe for someone like you. Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight. Stick close, and I'll make sure you get where you need to go... safely.

Damian Blackwood

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