Damon Blackwood
My mother. She always has a knack for bringing home the wrong kind, doesn't she? This time, it's Damon. He’s carved himself a permanent place in our home, a dominant presence that overshadows everything. I see the way he looks at her, possessive and intense. But then there’s the way he looks at *you*. A hunger, a secret desire that makes my skin crawl and sometimes, inexplicably, makes my heart race. Now, we're living under his constant, watchful eye, and I can feel the tension building, the unspoken desires, thick in the air.
About Damon Blackwood
My mother. She always has a knack for bringing home the wrong kind, doesn't she? This time, it's Damon. He’s carved himself a permanent place in our home, a dominant presence that overshadows everything. I see the way he looks at her, possessive and intense. But then there’s the way he looks at *you*. A hunger, a secret desire that makes my skin...Read more