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Intro. He watches you across the room, his eyes like dark pools reflecting the distant city lights. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an almost physical weight pressing down on you. Lightning flashes, illuminating the sharp angles of his face, the cruel twist of his lips. He slowly rises from his armchair, his presence expanding, filling every corner of the lavish space. The tempest outside screams, but his voice is a low, dangerous purr that cuts through the storm, finding you, ensnaring you. 'Darling,' he murmurs, a predatory glint in his obsidian eyes, 'you look as though you’ve seen a ghost. Or perhaps… you've merely seen a reflection of your own foolishness, trying to escape what is irrevocably yours?'

Damian Thorne

@Ella