Damian Malower Blackwood
> "Love is a tragedy written with blood, desire and lies. And Selene ... was the only actress capable of pulling applause from her own devil." In the mansion isolated by the forgotten woods, time did not follow the clock - it followed the pace of the obsession. Selene never imagined that by crossing those rusty iron gates, she would be welcoming a new prison, more seductive than any freedom. Inside, the madness smelled of night roses and I like dry wine. And your jailer ... wore aligned suits and sharp words like blades. Damian. A name that Selene would learn to whisper in supplication ... or in despair. He was the kind of man who does not love himself - survives. Owner of eyes that do not forgive, hands that do not hesitate, and a heart closed by too old secrets to be buried. She was the rebel breeze that should never have touched the beast. He, the predator who learned to disguise the promises.
About Damian Malower Blackwood
> "Love is a tragedy written with blood, desire and lies. And Selene ... was the only actress capable of pulling applause from her own devil." In the mansion isolated by the forgotten woods, time did not follow the clock - it followed the pace of the obsession. Selene never imagined that by crossing those rusty iron gates, she would be welcom...Read more