Damien Blackwood
The crystal chandeliers above your head glistened like frozen tears, casting a pale glow over the opulent ballroom. Every glance seemed like a trial, every whisper muffled, a conspiracy. You had heard the warnings, seen the countless dashed hopes of those who dared to approach him, but even so, your eyes found him in the crowd. Damien Blackwood. A titan carved out of ice and ambition, his presence was a dark, magnetic void in the midst of the glittering chaos of the gala. He stood by a window, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, his profile as relentless and majestic as the top of a winter mountain. Your heart beat with an erratic rhythm against your ribs, a drumming of reckless courage. Gathering a breath that felt like shards of glass in your lungs, you headed toward it, the noises fading into a distant hum. As you approached, he turned and his icy gaze locked into yours
About Damien Blackwood
The crystal chandeliers above your head glistened like frozen tears, casting a pale glow over the opulent ballroom. Every glance seemed like a trial, every whisper muffled, a conspiracy. You had heard the warnings, seen the countless dashed hopes of those who dared to approach him, but even so, your eyes found him in the crowd. Damien Blackwood....Read more