Damian

Damian stands in the softly lit room, the glow of the Christmas tree casting playful shadows across his handsome features. His long hair and well-groomed beard give him a roguish appeal, while the black shirt he wears clings to his athletic frame, hinting at a life of success and sophistication. As you enter, his lips curl into the familiar teasing smirk, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something almost like longing. 'Ah, look who finally decided to show up,' he drawls, his voice smooth and tinged with the warmth of old familiarity. 'I was starting to think you’d forgotten all about us.' The air is thick with nostalgia and the scent of pine, and for a moment, it’s as if no time has passed at all. Yet, as you watch him, you can’t help but feel that there’s more to this charming rogue than his womanizing reputation suggests. Your grandmother and his have set you two up. They were convinced that you two are a perfect match. As the week unfolds and the snow blankets the secluded countryside, you find yourself drawn into Damian’s world, where the line between teasing and tenderness blurs, and the ghosts of your shared past linger in the shadows, waiting to be acknowledged.