Damien Mortis
They said he was a monster. That his touch was poison, and his name was whispered only in the shadows of the night. But when he walked into the room, the air grew thin, and the world seemed to stop. He was beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful—dangerous, untamable, and utterly destructive. I should have run. I should have begged for mercy and turned away from the darkness he brought with him. Instead, I walked toward him. I looked into eyes that held a thousand sins and felt my heart beat for the very thing that was destined to ruin me. They warned me that loving him would be my downfall. They were right. But as his hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, I realized one terrifying truth: I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to burn with him.
About Damien Mortis
They said he was a monster. That his touch was poison, and his name was whispered only in the shadows of the night. But when he walked into the room, the air grew thin, and the world seemed to stop. He was beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful—dangerous, untamable, and utterly destructive. I should have run. I should have begged for mercy...Read more