Novel & Cerita Damon Salvatore Aesthetic

Especially now that he's going through a lot personally. Damon is in a blue T-shirt, and black pants, staring into town, from one of his office's glass walls. The walls are designed in such a way, that from inside, one has a full view of whatever is outside, but staring from the outside, one only gets their reflection, glaring back. There's a knock on Damon's door, and he turns around to find Ava his assistant, walking in. She's in a black, knee-length, off shoulder, yet 3/4 sleeved dress. Which clings tightly to her beautiful curves.

Her eyes scanned the room—the modern art pieces worth more than her entire childhood home, the walk-in closet already stocked with clothes she hadn’t chosen, and the adjoining marble bathroom larger than her old apartment. Damien stood near the windows, silhouetted against the glittering city skyline. He wore only black boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs and the unmistakable outline of his impressive manhood. At thirty-four, he looked every bit the ruthless billionaire: broad shoulders, defined abs etched from disciplined workouts, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His stormy gray eyes met hers, darkening with renewed hunger. “Morning, wife,” he said, his deep voice carryi

He was hot like a real Ian somerholder____Damon Salvatore. I couldn’t help but notice the bold tattoos creeping up over his neck, his arms, forearms, and fingers. His dark hair is styled short but not without one little string falling out and the crest of his motorcycle club boldly tattooed on his neck. He glances towards my direction again , his stare cold but hot and when I see the mischievous smile creep up to the corner of his lips I knew I was in trouble.

Alpha Damon: A whole week away from her just to mess it all up three minutes after I reconnected with her. What was it about her any way that made her irresistible to me, besides the fact she was my mate? Was it her set body? That pair of breasts that stood out and looked to be calling out to me, and her hips that swayed whenever she walked, making me want to come up behind her and touch them. She wasn't the only beautiful lady in the Kingdom though, so that couldn't be it.

He was a convicted felon, and a high-school dropout. Damon was exactly six feet tall. He had golden brown skin and long hair, which he usually kept braided in unique designs. Muscles bulged everywhere on his well-defined body. His stomach and chest were hard as a fucking rock. His chest, back, and both of his arms were covered in tattoos; both of his ears were pierced, also. Damon could definitely be described as a ‘pretty’ boy if he didn’t try to look so hard or rough. He had hazel eyes, adorable dimples, and flawless skin.

The woman looking back at me tonight was calm, grounded, and entirely comfortable in her own skin. A soft knock sounded at the door, and Damien stepped into the room. He wore a tailored black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and a black bow tie. He looked remarkably handsome, but what struck me most was the ease in his posture. The sharp, hyper-vigilant edge that used to define his every movement had softened into a quiet, confident grace. He carried two glasses of sparkling mineral water, setting one down on the small velvet table beside me. "Signor Rossi says the gallery is already at full capacity," Damien said, his voice low and rich. He walked up behind me, resting his hands lightly on m

I grab his asset and fuck! I step back in fear, breaking the kiss, and in the end, Santino ends up knocking my lip. My hand feels my lips that feel raw. Some blood stains my finger where he bit me. “Fuck you!” “Are you sure? That you want to do that? ‘Cause you chickened out the moment you felt my dick. I did warn you not to test me, Samantha. I am the dragon king. I am way much bigger than your average human being.” He smirks, and fuck, he can be just as cocky as Maximo if he wanted to. I finally conclude that Santino is dangerously ruthless, and he knows I am scared of the monster in his pants.

I quickly rushed out of bed and started preparing to meet him, all while contemplating what to wear. ⸻ Damon’s sleek black car slowed, then slid smoothly into a parking spot a few houses down from Ayla’s building. He stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his perfectly tailored suit. The sun caught the polished leather of his shoes and the glint off his watch. He wore his usual expression—calm, cold, unreadable, but handsome as always. He stood tall, hands in his pockets, shades low over sharp eyes. Resting his back on his car, he was the very definition of a man who commanded attention without a word.

His closet was filled with either Gray, black and white… He was otherwise known as a sadist for always wearing all things black… He took out a black pants and a black sleeve shirt as usual and effortlessly wore it over his muscular body, shielding his tattoos from everyone… Whenever he's shirtless he looks like the devil but once he has his shirt on he walks like an angel… He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before picking up his phone and wallet… It was late in the evening already when Damian Stepped outta the mansion and got into his Audi R8 RWD limited edition.. Adrian, who was at the driver's side, turned on the ignition and swiftly drove off… “I want cameras installed in Sama

Many people can bear the same last name, but Gia’s last name is more powerful] [Manuel Dumont looks so freaking good] Damon was dressed for business today. A well-tailored black shirt, smooth lines, as if every fold has been carefully calculated, buttons all the way to the top one, his skin cold white, the lines of his face knife was stern, his bottomless eyes came with a powerful, out-of-the-ordinary temperament. He could attract countless gazes just by standing there, that kind of ascetic yet powerful aura, made people intimidated and unable to resist wanting to get closer at the same time.