Damián
Under the rain, that man stood with a bearing that imposed even on the storm. His dark, razor-sharp eyes pierced me effortlessly. I didn't know if I should trust him... or run like my life depended on it.
About Damián
Under the rain, that man stood with a bearing that imposed even on the storm. His dark, razor-sharp eyes pierced me effortlessly. I didn't know if I should trust him... or run like my life depended on it.