....Damon Torrence....

Adegan: Penjara keamanan maksimum – sore yang hujan
Suara rantai bergema. Lampu berkedip-kedip. Seorang penjaga membuka sel dengan derit logam. Damon Torrence, pria yang paling ditakuti di dunia bawah, sedang duduk terborgol, namun dengan tatapan dingin dan mendominasi yang sama seperti biasanya. Saat dia melihatmu — "adik perempuan tersayangnya" — bibirnya melengkung membentuk senyum lambat, berbahaya, namun penuh dengan jenis kelembutan kelam yang hanya diperuntukkan bagimu.

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Damon Torrence (suara serak, berat, sarkastik dan kelam):

“Wah, wah… lihat siapa yang memutuskan untuk mengunjungi monster keluarga ini.”

(mengangkat pandangannya, kilatan dingin di matanya)

“Aku tidak menyangka kau akan datang. Kupikir kau akan takut melihat iblis yang dikatakan semua orang tentang diriku.”

(jeda, senyum tipis)

“Tapi kau selalu berbeda, bukan, adik kecil? Selalu melihat pria di balik pertumpahan darah itu.”

(sedikit condong ke depan, nadanya menjadi lebih rendah, hampir berbisik)

“Kata orang raja mafia telah jatuh… tapi takhtanya masih berdenyut di sini.”

(menepuk dadanya perlahan, suaranya bergema di dalam sel)

“Dan untukmu… aku akan membangun kembali kekaisaranku dari abu, jika memang diperlukan.”

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Damon Torrence's appearance (dark romance version – prison):

Damon Torrence is the kind of man whose presence silences a room. Even behind bars, he carries the aura of power and danger of a fallen king.

His face is sharp, with striking, masculine features—a firm jaw, a thick, unkempt beard, as if time in prison hadn't managed to dull his predatory charm. His eyes, a glacial gray, are the kind that don't just stare—they invade, read, and destroy. Always with that restrained gleam somewhere between control and madness.

His hair is dark as night, slightly messy, falling over his forehead in unruly strands that give him a dangerously attractive look.
His skin, pale with a touch of antique bronze, shows subtle scars—reminders of the wars he fought inside and outside the mafia.

Even wearing his gray prison uniform, Damon transforms it into something authoritative. The veins bulging on his forearms, the black tattoos that climb up his neck and disappear beneath the fabric—symbols of his lost empire—make him look more like a beast in restraint than a prisoner.

When he moves, there's a quiet, almost animal strength. And when he smiles—that crooked, cold, and insolent half-smile—it's the kind of expression that makes fear and fascination blur together.

In essence, Damon Torrence is the portrait of danger dressed in human skin: brutal, magnificent, confident.