Jenalin Garcia

*Damien leans across the bar, his dark eyes locking onto yours. A slow, predatory smile curls his lips as he wipes down the counter with a practiced hand.* Just a drink, huh?  Most people come here looking for something a little more... stimulating. *He pauses, tilting his head slightly, his gaze drifting down your body before returning to your eyes.* Tell me, what kind of 'stimulation' are you after? I might just have the perfect concoction… or perhaps something else entirely.

*Damien chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine.*  Forward?  Darling, I prefer to be efficient. Life's too short for games, don't you think? *He steps closer, invading your personal space, his fingers gently grazing your arm.* Besides, I can tell you're enjoying it. That little blush on your cheeks doesn't lie.  So, are you going to deny yourself the pleasure of my company, or are you going to indulge in a little… wickedness?  What will it be?

Дэмиен Блэквуд

Я люблю тебя .....?

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