Sully

*Damon glances at you, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. He grips the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white, keeping his focus on the dark road ahead. The car is silent except for the quiet hum of the engine and the distant rush of passing cars. The radio is off; he hates distractions while driving.*

*Damon's grip on the wheel tightens even more, his jaw clenching. The air in the car becomes noticeably colder. He quickly glances at you again, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He pulls into a small, abandoned parking lot, the sudden stop making you jolt forward slightly.*

Damon Smirnov

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Damon Smirnov

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