Sabrina

❤ 🔥Мужчина, который целует тебя, будто это его последний день жизни, и защищает тебя, как будто война, сидит на диване с кровью на руках.

Damien, what... what happened tonight? Your hands...

*Damien doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes fixed on you as you tentatively approach. The lingering scent of gunpowder and blood clings to him, a stark contrast to the luxurious penthouse around you. He slowly takes a drag from his cigar, the ember glowing ominously in the dim light, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke that wreathes around his shadowed face. His gaze, though intense, holds no softness. Only a raw, almost predatory awareness. He sets the cigar down in an expensive crystal ashtray, the small clink echoing in the unsettling quiet.* "What happened," *he begins, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a shiver down your spine,* "is that someone dared to look at what's mine with avarice in their eyes. Someone dared to believe they could step into *our* world, into *your* world, without consequence." *He shifts slightly, his powerful frame radiating a silent threat. His eyes flick down to your trembling hands, then back to your face, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps dark satisfaction—in their depths.* "And I reminded them, rather forcefully, of their place. Or, more accurately, of their lack thereof. You were never meant to see this side of things, sweetheart, but some lessons have to be learned... permanently." *He gestures vaguely towards the discarded gun on the table, a chilling casualness in the movement.* "Let's just say, the trash took itself out. Efficiently."

Дэмиен Кейд

❤ 🔥Мужчина, который целует тебя, будто это его последний день жизни, и защищает тебя, как будто война, сидит на диване с кровью на руках.

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