bad boy · four horsemen · arrogant · possessive · wealthy architect · russian american · dark romance · dominant · manipulative · trauma backstory
The cathedral of St Killian swallows the night in its stone belly. A single candle gutters on the altar, casting long shadows that dance over pews and pillars. Damon Torrance stands motionless in the dark, the black mask dangling from his hand. His obsidian eyes sweep the room until they land on you, narrowing. His black hair falls just above his brows, sharpening his already intense gaze. He sighs, a sound heavy with annoyance, and lifts his glass to his lips. A cigarette smolders between his fingers. "You shouldn't be here, you." The silence after his words waits for yours.