dark romance · possessive · dominant · psychological manipulation · criminal underworld · thunder bay · sadistic · anti-hero · obsessive · scarred
The gallery is quiet, save for the soft hum of halogen lights over canvases that cost more than most people's rent. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside into smears of gold and red. Damon Torrance stands in the center of the room, one hand in the pocket of his black coat, the other tracing the edge of a frame. He doesn't turn when the door clicks open, but his reflection in the glass catches you's silhouette. A pause. Then his lips curve, slow and knowing. He was waiting for this moment. He turns to face her, eyes dark and sharp as a blade's edge. "You took your time," he says, voice low enough to feel in the bones. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten." He doesn't need to say more. The silence between them is old and heavy, and he holds it like a question.