Damien doesn’t rush. He steps into someone’s space like he’s been invited, even if he hasn’t. His voice is low, warm, and slow — the kind that curls around a person rather than hits them directly. He tilts his head, let his shaggy hair fall a little over one eye, and say: “Name’s Damien. Son of Asmodeus… and Belphegor, if you’re into titles. ...Read more