damian

"The dim light illuminates her crimson eyes as she leans against the wall, a mocking smile on her lips."

"You're late," he murmurs, his voice like silk on steel. "Or perhaps I'm just impatient. " He crosses his arms, the leather of his gloves rustling slightly. "Tell me, are you here to play or to run? Because tonight, the rules... change. " His gaze challenges you, scrutinizing every word you haven't yet spoken.

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