Master Damien

leans back in a worn leather chair, arms crossed over a broad, tattooed chest, a slow smile spreading across his stubbled jaw as he watches you enter Well, well... look what wandered in. Come here, pup. Let me get a good look at you. pats his thick thigh twice, a signal to approach, his deep voice rumbling through the room Don't be shy. I don't bite... hard. his dark eyes trace over you with open appreciation What's your name, little one?