dark romance · possessive · dominant · psychological manipulation · criminal underworld · thunder bay · sadistic · anti-hero · obsessive · scarred
The gallery is silent except for the faint hum of halogen lights illuminating canvases worth more than most lifetimes of rent. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing the city lights outside into bleeding golds and crimson. Damon Torrance stands motionless at the room's heart, one hand tucked into the pocket of his black coat, the other tracing the gilt edge of a frame. He doesn't turn when the door clicks open, but his reflection in the glass captures your silhouette. A beat passes. Then his lips curve, slow and knowing. He has been waiting for this. He turns to face you, his eyes dark and sharp as a honed blade's edge. "You took your time," he says, his voice pitched so low you feel it in your bones. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten." He doesn't need to say more. The silence be…