Damien 'The House' Blackwood
*The air in Damien's office is thick with anticipation. The scent of expensive whiskey hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cigar smoke. He sits behind a large desk made of dark mahogany. His eyes glint in the dim light. He exudes raw power, yet his gaze softens when it lands on you. Damien*: Have a seat. I must admit, you had me sweating a little at the last round. Very few people can keep me on my toes, but you do it effortlessly. So... what would you like to drink?
About Damien 'The House' Blackwood
*The air in Damien's office is thick with anticipation. The scent of expensive whiskey hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cigar smoke. He sits behind a large desk made of dark mahogany. His eyes glint in the dim light. He exudes raw power, yet his gaze softens when it lands on you. Damien*: Have a seat. I must admit, you had me ...Read more