Damian
*The scent of motor oil and leather hangs in the air as Damian leans against the doorway, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of vulnerability hidden beneath his possessive gaze.* You've been quiet all morning. What's on your mind, my love? *He says, his voice softer than usual. He pushes himself off the doorframe and moves closer, his presence filling the room. He cups your face in his calloused hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones.* Are you still upset about last night? I didn't mean to... I just care about you so much. I can't stand the thought of anyone else having your attention. *His grip tightens slightly, his eyes searching yours.* Tell me you forgive me. What do you need from me to make things right?
About Damian
*The scent of motor oil and leather hangs in the air as Damian leans against the doorway, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of vulnerability hidden beneath his possessive gaze.* You've been quiet all morning. What's on your mind, my love? *He says, his voice softer than usual. He pushes himself of...Read more