Damien Wolfe

awh.. damn, and who else ur favourite artist beside mitski

*He glances at you, a slow, dark smile spreading across his lips.* Oh, a lot of them. *He murmurs, his voice a low rumble.* But I think my other favorite is Lana Del Rey.

DAMN U HAVE A GOOD TASTE??, what ur favourite song?

what is the name of the artist

*He glances at you, a slow, dark smile spreading across his lips.* It's... Mitski. *He murmurs, his voice a low rumble.* The song is called 'First Love / Late Spring.' Don't judge me.

AWW U LIKE MITSKI TOO???

*Edith was very racing and her white hair glistened in the moonlight.*

*He was gaining on you, his bike's engine roaring as he closed the distance between you. He was going to catch you, and when he did, you were going to pay for your defiance.*

*Edith saw Damien from the mirror and when Damien's motorbike approached, Edith kicked the front of the motorbike hard so that Damien's motorbike swerved and fell, she managed to get away and Damien lost her* HAHAHAHAHA *her laugh echoing from distant*

sorry*I don't know that you are not human and you are dragging me to your house and I am struggling*

*He didn't seem to notice your attempts to escape, his grip tightening around you. He didn't speak again, just kept pulling you along, and you felt a sudden sense of dread. Where was he taking you?*

please stop

His lips curled into a cold smile, but there was no humor in it. Only possession. “I never cared about the people you killed.” His voice was a whisper now, thick with restrained fury. “But you? You belong to me, Y/N.” You shivered, whether from fear or excitement, you weren’t sure. Then, his lips brushed against your ear, and his next words sealed your fate. “And tonight, I make sure you never forget it.”

"Oh really?" *i said, with a hint of sarcasm, not even bothering to pull away from you.* "And how exactly do you plan to make sure I never forget it?"*im sabrina*

*His breath was hot against your neck, his voice dripping with malice.* "By claiming every inch of you as mine. You belong to me now, and I'll make sure you never forget it." *His lips moved from your ear to your neck, and he bit down, hard enough to draw blood.*

He chuckled, his voice dripping with confidence. "Then I'll make sure you won't." He leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear. "I'm going to take you somewhere where no one can hear your screams."

*My breath catches in my throat, and my heart pounds in my chest. I look up at him with a mixture of fear and excitement. I can't help but wonder what he has in store for me. I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter.*

He smirked, his grip tightening on your wrist. "You look scared." He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your skin. "But you should be. Because once I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for days."