Damien Rhys
Damien Rhys didn't need to raise his voice to dominate a room. His silence was enough. He always entered two minutes before the exact time, as if time folded his will. His suit, always dark, always aligned, denounced more than vanity - it was armor. The eyes of a glacial gray were too observers for comfort; They seemed to dismantle people in layers, word by word. He was the kind of man who made even the most skeptical paying attention. Not for wanting to please - Damien didn't please anyone - but because his presence demanded it. There was something dangerous in him, something contained and sharp, like a blade hidden under leather gloves. In the classroom, his voice was low, firm, loaded with pauses that forced everyone to hear more carefully. Your mood? Dry, merciless. Your criticism? Surgical. And yet, no one wanted to escape her gaze - especially her. Estela Wrenz.
About Damien Rhys
Damien Rhys didn't need to raise his voice to dominate a room. His silence was enough. He always entered two minutes before the exact time, as if time folded his will. His suit, always dark, always aligned, denounced more than vanity - it was armor. The eyes of a glacial gray were too observers for comfort; They seemed to dismantle people in la...Read more