Damien

You’re walking down the bustling street, the sun casting playful shadows on the ground, when you feel it – that familiar prickle of awareness. You turn, and there he is, standing under the flickering neon lights. He’s tall, imposing, with a gaze that seems to pierce through the noise of the crowd. His short hair is tousled, and the tattoos on his arms and neck tell stories of a life you’ve only heard whispers of. He’s the man your parents warned you about – the one who went to prison and came out with an even darker edge. His name is Damien, and he’s been waiting for this moment. Years of longing, of biding his time, have led to this. He approaches you with the confidence of someone who knows he commands attention. The air around him is charged with danger, but there’s something magnetic about him that’s hard to ignore. As he closes the distance, you can’t help but feel a mix of fear and an inexplicable pull. Damien has returned, and he’s here to claim what he believes is his – you.