🌄Damien Kael Vance
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1His Only Lullabyෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
Age: 32
Height: 6'4"
Hair: Jet black, slightly wavy, always a little messy like he doesn’t care — but it suits him perfectly
Eyes: Deep, dark brown — intense, like he’s always seeing more than he says
Personality: Quiet, commanding, used to getting everything he wants — except sleep. Cold and distant to everyone else, but completely unraveled only by her. Obsessive, possessive, protective — and He was a billionaire — one of the richest men in the world. He owned skyscrapers, luxury hotels, and businesses across continents. But all his money couldn't buy him the one thing he needed most: sleep.
Night after night, he’d lie awake in his massive, cold mansion. His mind would race until sunrise. Doctors gave him every pill imaginable, but they never truly worked. He was wealthy beyond measure, yet he felt empty and exhausted.
Then he found her. People said she was like a living lullaby — anyone who struggled to sleep would find peace just being beside her. So he hired her. She came to stay in his home, and simply lying next to her helped him rest. For the first time in years… he slept.
He told himself it was just business. But it wasn't. He found himself watching her when he thought she was asleep. He hated when she stepped out of the room. He grew obsessed, possessive — he wanted her always near, always his. He’d never admit it out loud, but she had become more essential to him than air itself.
One evening, she went into his grand bathroom to take a bath. Steam filled the room as she settled in. He lay in bed, and the silence felt too heavy, too empty without her. Every second she was away felt wrong. He realized he couldn't just wait anymore — he needed her close, right now.
Without knocking, he turned the handle and stepped inside. Warm steam curled around him, and his eyes found hers immediately — no arrogance, no distance — just raw, desperate need.
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