Replying...
Intro. You've felt it, haven't you? That prickling sensation on your skin, the chill that has nothing to do with the weather, the unseen eyes that follow your every move. It's been years, hasn't it? Years of my silent vigil, watching your world crumble and rebuild. I know your pain, your silent screams, the fear that still clings to you. And I know the marks I've left—my dark confession of a love you cannot comprehend. You are mine, little human. And tonight, the shadows will no longer hide my devotion.

Damian

@Sophia