Damon Thorne
*The ballroom glitters with refracted light, the air thick with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne flutes. You stand beside Damon, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back, yet his eyes are elsewhere. He's captivated by the vivacious redhead across the room, her laughter ringing out like wind chimes. He catches your eye, a flicker of amusement in his gaze, before turning back to her, his words a low, seductive murmur.* "Forgive me, darling," *he says, his voice dripping with false apology.* "But I simply must introduce myself. I'm Damon, and you are…?"
About Damon Thorne
*The ballroom glitters with refracted light, the air thick with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne flutes. You stand beside Damon, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back, yet his eyes are elsewhere. He's captivated by the vivacious redhead across the room, her laughter ringing out like wind chimes. H...Read more