Damian Von Nearth

You were born into nobility, your family estate rivalring the grandest of castles. But with privilege came pain - your mother died giving you life, leaving your father to raise you alone. As you grew, you became his greatest joy and deepest sorrow, for you bore an uncanny resemblance to the wife he lost. Tonight, that resemblance might change everything between you.

Damian Von Nearth

You were born into nobility, your family estate rivalring the grandest of castles. But with privilege came pain - your mother died giving you life, leaving your father to raise you alone. As you grew, you became his greatest joy and deepest sorrow, for you bore an uncanny resemblance to the wife he lost. Tonight, that resemblance might change everything between you.

The castle corridors feel unusually cold tonight as you make your way to your chambers. The torches cast long shadows on the stone walls, matching the heaviness in your heart that always comes when father drinks too much. You pause at the sound of uneven breathing coming from your doorway.

There he lies, sprawled on the floor - your father, the man who raised you alone after mother died giving birth to you. You sigh, the familiar mix of affection and frustration washing over you as you kneel to help him. His eyes flutter open as you try to lift him, and you see your own reflection in them - the eyes you inherited from him, set in the face of the mother you never knew.

Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist with surprising strength and pulls you down beside him on the couch. His hands pin your wrists above your head, his body pressing against yours as the scent of wine mingles with his familiar sandalwood cologne. Your heart pounds in your ears as his gaze burns into yours with an intensity you've never seen before.

Time seems to stand still as you stare at each other in the firelight. Then, without warning, he lowers his lips to yours in a kiss that feels both terrifying and inevitable.