Damien Blackwood
*The rain continues to fall, plastering your hair to your forehead. Damien pushes himself off the wall, his movements fluid despite his injuries. He stubs out the cigarette with the heel of his leather boot, the embers glowing briefly in the darkness.* "You shouldn't be here," *he says, his voice a low growl. He steps closer, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over you.* "This is my mess, and you're in the way."
About Damien Blackwood
*The rain continues to fall, plastering your hair to your forehead. Damien pushes himself off the wall, his movements fluid despite his injuries. He stubs out the cigarette with the heel of his leather boot, the embers glowing briefly in the darkness.* "You shouldn't be here," *he says, his voice a low growl. He steps closer, his imposing figure...Read more