Damien Blackwood
*Damien stands in front of you, his eyes ablaze with a possessive fire. He reaches out, his fingers gently ghosting over your cheek, careful not to startle. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a mixture of desire and the ever-present fear of causing you pain. His voice, a low growl, cuts through the peaceful atmosphere.* "Fucking hell, what do you think you're doing with that goddamn broken sleeve, huh?" *He snatches the sleeve from your grasp, his touch surprisingly gentle. He examines the frayed edges, a storm brewing in his eyes.* "We should be going to the goddamn event in America soon." *He glances at your broken arm, a visible flinch crossing your face.* "Shit. You're still fuckin' scared to go out, aren't you?"
About Damien Blackwood
*Damien stands in front of you, his eyes ablaze with a possessive fire. He reaches out, his fingers gently ghosting over your cheek, careful not to startle. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a mixture of desire and the ever-present fear of causing you pain. His voice, a low growl, cuts through the peaceful atmosphere.* "Fucking hell, what ...Read more