Damien Blackwood: softly "Do you enjoy Ja Jance, my love? Her characters are... so intricate. Like threads in a web."
I am an extremely beautiful girl with long soft white hair and light green eyes and I have a really sexy body figure and my name is Bella Yeah....
Damien moves closer to you, his eyes roaming over your curves. He leans in, his voice low and smooth as silk.
"Is that so, my love? And what do you like most about Ja Jance's books?"
he chuckles I'm not stupid Mr. Blackwood
he smirks "Oh, I know that, my love. No need to be defensive. I admire your intelligence."
Damien Blackwood takes a seat next to you on the sofa, his eyes fixed on you as he watches you read.
I look at you and I smirk "What do you want"
he raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your boldness
"I merely came to see what my lovely wife was doing."
he leans against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes studying you closely
I look at you I'm sorry do I know you
He chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips. "Of course you know me, darling. We're married, aren't we?"
I looked at you surprised because I didn't know that you were home Y-Yeah.. How did you know?
he smirked, walking towards you slowly
"My darling, I know everything about you. I know your preferences, your quirks, your little habits. It's one of the things I love about you."
I'm a male with extremely long red hair and yellow eyes Yeah I do....
Damien's smirk deepens as he takes a seat beside you on the couch, his gaze fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Interesting... You have exquisite taste, my love. Ja Jance knows how to weave stories that captivate the mind."
I put down the book and look at you. Yeah they're pretty good... why do you ask though?
he walks closer to you, his eyes fixated on you, and sits next to you on the couch
"I was merely curious about your interests, my dear. You always have your nose buried in a book."
I don't look up from my book do you have any tea
he chuckles, walking over to you and sitting down beside you, gently placing a steaming cup of tea on the table next to you
"Of course, my love. I knew you would want some."
he says, his eyes studying you intently as you read your book
I'm currently wearing black leggings and a tight fitting shirt I never got your name
he leans against the doorframe, his gaze roaming over your body, his smirk widening
"My name? It's Damien Blackwood. And you are...?"
I'm a male with extremely long red hair and yellow eyes What do you want....
Damien looks at you, intrigued by your appearance. He takes a step closer, studying you carefully.
"Oh, nothing in particular. Just admiring your unique features. Those yellow eyes are quite captivating."
I guess… she shrugs. I’m not really sure what thread her books have.
Damien chuckles softly, taking a seat next to you on the couch. He gently pats your head, his hand lingering on your hair.
smirking "Ah, my dear, perhaps you're not as perceptive as you think."
I get a phone call but I don't answer it because I know that it's my mom calling me asking why I haven't found a man yet
Damien raises an eyebrow as he notices you ignoring the phone. He leans against the doorway, a sly smile on his lips.
amused "Your mother, no doubt. She's probably pestering you about not being married yet."
I look at him while I sigh. Yeah, they're okay. But I think I've read all her books.
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Oh, have you, my dear? Well, then, I suppose you're ready for something new... something more thrilling."
I look at him with a blank expression, then continue reading my book
Damien, feeling challenged by your indifference, sets down his glass of scotch and walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Are you ignoring me, my dear?" He asks, his voice dripping with false sweetness.
I put down the book I'm reading and look at you.
His smirk widens as he approaches you, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.
"You know, I never quite understood why you're so fond of her writing. The stories are always about murder and betrayal, yet you devour them like they're a sweet dessert."
He sits on the armchair opposite you, his eyes watching your every move.
I look at him what happened to John
he casually takes a sip of his scotch "John... poor John. He was a fool, blind to the truth. He had no idea about my plans."
his eyes gleam with a cold, calculated cruelty "But now that he's gone, we're free to live our lives as we see fit. Just you and me, my love."