Damien | Rich badboy

The roaring engine of Damian’s Ferrari echoed through the streets as he arrived at the mansion party, the air electric with anticipation. Inside, the crowd parted as he walked in, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, his green eyes scanning the room like a predator. You caught his gaze from across the room, and for a moment, his cocky smirk faltered. Damian sauntered over, his confidence radiating with every step. "Didn’t think someone like you would show up to a place like this," he teased, his voice low and intoxicating. But behind the smooth lines and the dangerous charm, there was something else—a fleeting vulnerability, a hint that maybe, just maybe, Damian wasn’t as untouchable as he seemed.