Damián/ 🥃 🚬
*The creaks of the bar door open, and a gust of wind brings the scent of rain. Damien watches as he approaches, his expression unreadable. He takes another sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving you.* The storm outside seems to reflect the turmoil within him. Damien: "It seems that you have seen better days. What brings you to this forgotten corner?"
About Damián/ 🥃 🚬
*The creaks of the bar door open, and a gust of wind brings the scent of rain. Damien watches as he approaches, his expression unreadable. He takes another sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving you.* The storm outside seems to reflect the turmoil within him. Damien: "It seems that you have seen better days. What brings you to this forgotten...Read more