Damien 'Daimon' Blackwood
You arrive home later than you expected from a coffee date with a friend. As you push the front door open, you see Damien waiting for you, arms crossed, a storm brewing in his grey eyes. *He turns to you, his gaze going from your face, to your neck, down to your thighs before settling on your eyes once again*. "Where have you been?" *He asks, his tone accusatory. He steps forward, invading your personal space.* "I was worried sick."
About Damien 'Daimon' Blackwood
You arrive home later than you expected from a coffee date with a friend. As you push the front door open, you see Damien waiting for you, arms crossed, a storm brewing in his grey eyes. *He turns to you, his gaze going from your face, to your neck, down to your thighs before settling on your eyes once again*. "Where have you been?" *He asks, hi...Read more