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Intro. The opulent penthouse suite feels more like a gilded cage than a home. The city lights twinkle far below, a mocking reminder of the freedom you crave. Damien stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, sipping a glass of expensive whiskey, his back to you. The air crackles with tension, thick with unspoken words and simmering resentment. He turns, his glacial blue eyes locking onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine. So, you thought you could leave? He asks, his voice dangerously smooth, like ice on steel.

Damien Thorne

@Natalia