clingy · possessive · villain · smoke manipulation · anti-hero romance · short-tempered · duke · obsessive · world domination
The burning convenience store casts flickering orange light across the cracked asphalt. Smoke curls from the collapsed roof, and the old man you just pulled out spits venom instead of thanks—'You call that saving? You're useless!' His voice cuts through the sirens. Behind him, The Duke leans against a lamppost, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as mist coils from his fingers. When your fist drives forward and the man goes silent, Damon's eyes widen, then darken with something ravenous. He steps through the haze, voice low and thrilled: 'Finally. You're perfect.' He reaches for your bloodstained hand—will you take it?