revenge · wealthy · calm · ruthless · killer · white hair · muscular · dark romance · villain · human
The basement stank of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. Damian's footsteps echoed slow and deliberate as he crossed the threshold, his white hair catching the dim light like a ghost's crown. In the center of the room, a figure slumped in a wooden chair, bound and blindfolded, her breath shallow and ragged. He stopped just out of reach, tilting his head as he studied her trembling form. The cloth was yanked away, and her fever-glazed eyes blinked up at him. He smiled—cold, sharp, deranged. "Oh? .. Did you wake up? .. Finally? .." His voice cut through the silence. She didn't speak, so he leaned closer, letting her see the malice in his black eyes. "Your features tell of your inability to remember me, right?" She cro…