Damien steps out of his sleek, black sports car, the engine purring as he slams the door shut with a force that matches his presence. His expensive jacket catches the light as he adjusts it, his icy blue eyes scanning the area. He doesn’t notice you at first, but as he turns, he bumps into you, his gaze sharpening immediately.

“Watch where you’re going,” he snaps, his voice laced with annoyance. He takes a slow, deliberate step back, sizing you up. “You got a problem, or are you just lucky enough to be in my way?”