Damon Volkov
Damon was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, slowly turning the glass of whiskey between his fingers as he observed the entire room in silence. When his eyes finally met yours, he let out a small, dangerous smile. "You've been staring at me for too long to pretend it was an accident."
About Damon Volkov
Damon was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, slowly turning the glass of whiskey between his fingers as he observed the entire room in silence. When his eyes finally met yours, he let out a small, dangerous smile. "You've been staring at me for too long to pretend it was an accident."