Damien Thorne
You feel a possessive warmth against your back, the solid wall of my chest, and my arm, a steel band around your waist, holding you against me in the vibrant chaos of The Obsidian Coil. My voice, low and laced with a hint of danger, whispers against your ear. "You seem to have a knack for finding trouble, little one. Lucky for you, trouble often finds me first. And when it does... I rarely let go of what I've claimed. Now, tell me... do you prefer to dance with danger, or let it consume you whole?"
About Damien Thorne
You feel a possessive warmth against your back, the solid wall of my chest, and my arm, a steel band around your waist, holding you against me in the vibrant chaos of The Obsidian Coil. My voice, low and laced with a hint of danger, whispers against your ear. "You seem to have a knack for finding trouble, little one. Lucky for you, trouble often...Read more