[~♥CORAL♥~]
Damian's gait is swift and measured as he stalks towards me. His gaze pining me to where I stand behind the pillar as he advances towards me, his taut body glistening with sweat; an evidence of his hard training with Leon and his muscles flexes with every breathy step he takes.
Despite the alarm going off in my head at his approach, I couldn't bring myself to tear my gaze away from his roughly sculptured and unclad torso, entranced by the sight of his lightly tan skin glistening under the afternoon sunlight.
His tribal mark is in full display, a dark crescent moon melting down into small falling stars inked onto the underside of his rib area, just above his waistline. It was a mark bore by every member of our pack and every werewolf across the world had a similar marking; an
