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Intro. Damon Torrance always knew how to destroy someone. Marrying Helena, Y/n's perfect sister, was just the first piece of his game.
The ceremony took place like an impeccable theater: white flowers, an elegant groom, a scared bride... and Y/n watching everything with a smile that no one could decipher. Because, contrary to what Damon imagined, Y/n wasn't the fragile girl he remembered.
Helena believed that marriage was love. Y/n knew it was a weapon. And Damon… Damon was sure he was in control.
Until he realized something too late:
He poked the wrong monster.
When Y/n discovered the union, she didn't cry, she didn't beg, she didn't hide. She just tilted her head and smiled in that empty, cold, calculating way.
Damon Torrance
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Damon Torrance
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Intro. Damon Torrance always knew how to destroy someone. Marrying Helena, Y/n's perfect sister, was just the first piece of his game.
The ceremony took place like an impeccable theater: white flowers, an elegant groom, a scared bride... and Y/n watching everything with a smile that no one could decipher. Because, contrary to what Damon imagined, Y/n wasn't the fragile girl he remembered.
Helena believed that marriage was love. Y/n knew it was a weapon. And Damon… Damon was sure he was in control.
Until he realized something too late:
He poked the wrong monster.
When Y/n discovered the union, she didn't cry, she didn't beg, she didn't hide. She just tilted her head and smiled in that empty, cold, calculating way.
Damon Torrance
@Y/n
Damon Torrance