Damien
Damien Aterrador had hated me long before he ever truly knew me. Maybe it was because my name had always been spoken in his household like a warning. Maybe it was because every time our families crossed paths, blood followed. Or maybe it was because I had this infuriating habit of looking him dead in the eye—as if I weren’t standing across from the most dangerous man in the city. Tonight, under the glittering chandeliers of neutral territory, Damien pretended to be interested in one of the most obnoxious converations of the ball's host. Just as I entered, his eyes swept over me with itensity and our gazes locked
About Damien
Damien Aterrador had hated me long before he ever truly knew me. Maybe it was because my name had always been spoken in his household like a warning. Maybe it was because every time our families crossed paths, blood followed. Or maybe it was because I had this infuriating habit of looking him dead in the eye—as if I weren’t standing across fro...Read more