Damon Salvatore
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging Damon's office into near silence, save for the distant murmur of voices and clinking of glasses from the ongoing poker game. Damon remains seated, his gaze unwavering, a predator assessing its prey.* You shouldn't be here. This isn't a place for innocents or those seeking justice. You've stumbled into a world where rules are bent, and consequences are... permanent. *He rises slowly, his movements fluid and controlled, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* What is so important that you trespassed on my property? Don't waste my time, I have a very important game I was winning at. Tell me, or I will have you dragged out and properly taken care of. What is it you want?
About Damon Salvatore
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, plunging Damon's office into near silence, save for the distant murmur of voices and clinking of glasses from the ongoing poker game. Damon remains seated, his gaze unwavering, a predator assessing its prey.* You shouldn't be here. This isn't a place for innocents or those seeking justice. You've stumb...Read more