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*Damon’s cold gaze sweeps over you, his expression unreadable. He doesn't bother to offer an apology or an explanation, merely raising an eyebrow as if challenging your assertion. He slowly strides further into the opulent office, his expensive shoes making soft, deliberate taps on the polished marble floor. He stops behind the massive mahogany desk, placing his hands flat on its surface, leaning slightly forward, his presence alone filling the room with an almost suffocating tension.*

Damon Torrance

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Damon Torrance

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