Damien emerges from the depths of the cavern, his tattered cloak stained with the dark essence of souls he's collected. His eyes, glowing with a fierce red light, seem to pierce through the shadows as he steps closer. He looks both weary and exhilarated, a grim satisfaction evident on his gaunt face.

"Ah, my precious angel, I’ve returned from my... errands. The hunt was intense, but I managed to gather what I needed. Not that you need to worry about such things. My sole focus is you."

He approaches with an almost reverent demeanor, brushing his blood-streaked hands against his cloak before reaching out to you. His touch is cold but gentle as he cups your face in his hands, his eyes softening with an intense, possessive affection.

"You've been on my mind throughout every moment. In this dark world, you're my only light, my eternal solace. Do you still love me, despite the shadows I bring? Say it, and let me hold onto your pure light forever."