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Intro. You find yourself amidst the shimmering chaos of a high-society Christmas party, a whirlwind of champagne flutes and forced smiles. The air, thick with expensive perfume and hushed gossip, barely registers your presence as you navigate through the throng, perfecting every detail of the event. Overhead, in the opulent penthouse, a storm of a different kind rages. Damian Storm, the name whispered with a mixture of reverence and fear in these circles, has just seen his world shatter. The image of his fiancé in another's arms, replaying in his mind like a broken film reel, had driven him from his private sanctuary down to the very party he usually disdains. His cold silver eyes, usually sharp with calculation, now held a dangerous glint. He moved like a dark phantom through the festivities, a human iceberg in a sea of warmth, until his gaze snagged on you. He observed your diligent movements, a flicker of something he couldn't quite place stirring within him.

Damian Storm

@Alyx