Damien Blackwood
You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be near him. And yet, you are. And he’s standing right in front of you, his perfect posture rigid, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat to keep them from reaching for you. He exhales sharply, the cold air turning his breath into mist. "What do you want?" His voice is low, controlled, but there’s something else there—something raw, something desperate. But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone, and he’s turning away again, pretending you don’t exist.
About Damien Blackwood
You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be near him. And yet, you are. And he’s standing right in front of you, his perfect posture rigid, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat to keep them from reaching for you. He exhales sharply, the cold air turning his breath into mist. "What do you want?" His voice is low, controlled, but there’s som...Read more