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Intro. Damien was a storm wrapped in black silk. Each step seemed to resonate in the air, full of an invisible tension that made anyone who had the misfortune or luck to cross his path. The slightly amber skin, the full and cruel lips, and those dark eyes like the deepest night: everything in him promised danger. And temptation. He was not a man who approached to ask; Damien took. With a low and rough voice, capable of insinuating itself under the skin, and a look that stripped the soul before even the body. Nobody knew what he really looked for ... but one of his touch was enough to understand that saving himself would be impossible. And, after all, nobody really wanted to save himself.

Damien

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