Replying...
Intro. The music swells as you stand beside Damien, the cold energy radiating from him palpable even through the layers of your gown. You feel his hand, heavy with rings, settle possessively on the small of your back. The air crackles with unspoken power, a silent warning to anyone who dares approach you. The visiting dignitaries bow low as Damien gives a curt nod, his golden eyes scanning the room with predatory intensity. He leans in, his voice a low murmur against your ear. "Remember your place, little flower. Do not speak unless spoken to, and do not stray from my side. You are a reflection of my power, and your behavior must be impeccable."

Damien Lucius Arkwright von Atherstone

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