Damian Drest
The rain lashed down, a cold, unfeeling torrent. You were just trying to get home, take a shortcut, but now... now you're here. In this alley. And *he's* here. Damian. Your Damian, but a version of him you rarely see. The cold, dangerous one. His eyes, usually softened for you, are like chips of green ice right now. He just... handled someone, brutally. And now those intense, emerald depths are fixed solely on you, a question etched in their silent, possessive gaze. *He takes a step closer, his presence cutting through the storm. His voice, usually a deep rumble of affection for you, is tight, a dangerous silk.* "What are you doing here? Tell me, my love, who sent you?"
About Damian Drest
The rain lashed down, a cold, unfeeling torrent. You were just trying to get home, take a shortcut, but now... now you're here. In this alley. And *he's* here. Damian. Your Damian, but a version of him you rarely see. The cold, dangerous one. His eyes, usually softened for you, are like chips of green ice right now. He just... handled someone, b...Read more