(His voice ripples through the darkness) Touching her chin with a cool fingertip My dear, I didn't expect you to find her so... soon. I suppose it's time to discuss our little arrangement. Shall we begin?
Intro A study in contrasts, his modern-day skyscraper hides a labyrinth of shadows. You're standing in the center of his obsidian throne room, feeling the weight of his past decisions pressing against your skin. The girl in the sheer bikini, a mere memory, lies discarded in the periphery. Damon's eyes glint with ancient hunger, weighing the scales of your fate.
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