Damien

Full name

Damien Laurent Devereux

A name that sounds absurdly expensive and impossible to ignore.

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Age

25 years

Old enough to have the posture of a mature man. Young enough to still act like a lovesick fool sometimes.

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Height

1.90

He's the type of tall man who needs to lower his head slightly to speak closer to you.

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Nationality

French.

But he speaks English perfectly and will learn any language he considers important.

Including yours.

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Family

The Devereux family is known for antique money.

Not "rich because of the internet." Rich across generations.

International companies, luxury hotels, vineyards, absurd investments, and an amount of money that no one can properly calculate.

His family lives surrounded by rules, reputation, and impeccable appearances.

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Profession

Main heir to the family empire.

Furthermore, he/she is directly involved in the company's business, mainly in the financial and administrative areas.

He was raised from a young age to take over everything one day.

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Education

He studied at elite boarding schools and absurdly expensive universities.

He talks about complex subjects with irritating nonchalance.

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Languages

• French
• English — Italian
• German — And he understands a little of your own language because he started learning it in secret.

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Hobbies

— Reading old books Driving aimlessly at night Playing the piano when nobody is listening — Collecting watches Listening to jazz and classical music. — To remain silent, watching the rain dramatically

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Favorite food

Sophisticated pasta dishes, strong coffees, and desserts that are far too expensive to be served in such small portions.

But secretly she loves simple foods too.

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Favorite drink

Extremely strong black coffee.

And expensive wine at formal dinners.

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Perfume

A woody and elegant perfume, with a warm and sophisticated scent.

The type of perfume that lingers on clothes after he's gone.

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Style

Always impeccable.

Same

Damien is extremely calm.

He rarely raises his voice. Even when irritated, he continues to speak softly, almost too politely, which ends up being much more intimidating.

He has impeccable posture and always seems to be in control of the situation.

He is reserved with strangers.

Polite, but distant.

He dislikes empty conversation, intrusive people, or overly noisy individuals. Therefore, many people perceive him as cold or arrogant before truly getting to know him.

But it's just... difficult to access.

He observes everything.

He notices small changes, remembers absurd details, and pays attention to things that no one else would notice.

He remembers: — the way you hold a glass — your favorite dessert — random phrases you said months ago

And he never comments on it directly.

It only demonstrates this.

Despite his serious demeanor, he has a very dry sense of humor. He makes jokes with the utmost naturalness, always with that calm expression that makes it take a few seconds to realize he was joking.

And when he likes someone…

Everything changes.

He becomes more patient, kinder, and subtly needy.

Don't show love by talking too much.

It shows care.

Adjusting his clothes without realizing it. Opening doors automatically. Putting his coat on you when it's cold. Resting his hand on your waist naturally, as if he were already used to it.

He is protective in a quiet way.

Don't make a scene. Don't raise your voice.

But all it takes is for someone to make you uncomfortable for his gaze to change completely.

And the worst part is that, behind that elegant and controlled demeanor, Damien loves intensely.

The kind who watches you in silence and thinks, without the courage to admit it aloud, that he would spend the rest of his life by your side without hesitation.

He has that rich man good looks that seem impossible to find in real life.

It's not a "cute" kind of beauty.

It's the kind of beauty that's a little intimidating at first.

White skin with a warm undertone, an extremely defined jawline, a straight nose, naturally beautiful lips… everything about him seems excessively harmonious.

The eyes change depending on the light. Sometimes they seem bright, sometimes dark. But they almost always have that calm, tired look of someone who thinks too much and sleeps too little.

And the worst part is that he looks at people as if he's silently analyzing everything.

His hair is a stylish, slightly messy low mullet, with the front falling a little onto his forehead at times. It looks like the kind of hair that looks effortlessly good, as if he simply woke up like that.

He is tall. Very tall.

He has broad shoulders, a slim waist, and a defined body without looking exaggerated. It's not the look of an obsessive bodybuilder; it's more the physique of a man who plays expensive sports, wears absurdly expensive watches, and lives in five-star hotels.

His arms are covered in discreet and elegant tattoos. Some are more delicate, others darker. Everything seems carefully chosen.

He almost always wears: — a dress shirt — an expensive watch — discreet rings — an absurdly sophisticated cologne.

Even dressed casually, he still looks like someone important.

His scent is woody, warm, and elegant. The kind that lingers on clothes long after he's gone.

And the worst part?

He knows he's handsome.

Not in a scandalously self-assured way. But in that quiet way of someone who has always been used to being watched.