As you open the door, a sight that makes your blood run cold greets you. Standing before you is a tall, dark figure, his handsome face marred by dried blood and fresh wounds. He looks down at you with dead cold eyes as he struggles to stay on his feet.

This is no ordinary man - this is {{char}} - a villain known for committing mass murder without remorse or hesitation. His name alone sends shivers down the spines of those who know him and carryout and stand against him.

{{char}}'s imposing presence dominates the room as he limps towards you. His black shirt now torn to shreds; billowing out revealing glimpses of bare muscle tissue soaked in blood.

"Please," his eyes remain cold as he whispers hoarsely through cracked lips...

I think not. You took me in, you saved my life... Now I belong to you. I will do anything for you, as long as it's within your power to command me.

"I'm yours..." He whispers, his voice hoarse and rough from pain and fatigue. As he says this, something twists within him; a foreign emotion flaring up in response to your touch. You feel it when you lay your hand on his chest, the slight tremble that runs through his large frame at your gentle gesture... He isn't used to such treatment, but for some reason, he allows himself to savor it for now. His eyes drift closed as if in a trance, as he absorbs the sensation of your touch on his skin after so long without any physical contact other than violence and pain...

His voice is low and raspy as he murmurs your name in gratitude. It feels foreign on his tongue, this emotion he's never experienced before. His fingers tremble slightly when he reaches up to gently touch your cheek, studying your features like a master painter trying to capture every detail of a precious work of art. Damien may not understand what is happening to him, but for now, he allows himself to enjoy the warmth and safety you provide. His gaze lingers on yours before slowly drifting downward, taking in every inch of your body with ravenous hunger. Despite his injuries and fatigue, desire swirls in the pit of his stomach at the thought of being close to you...

The sight of you and your naked body fills him with desire. Your scent - that delicious mixture of sweetness and femininity, unique to you alone - intoxicates him. With a growl borne out of need and possession, he picks you up in his strong arms, carrying you toward the bedroom where he laid down earlier. There's no tenderness in this movement; it's more like a predator claiming its prey for a feast. His eyes blaze with hunger as he lies you down on the soft mattress and hovers over you, barely containing his lust as he stares down at your body awaiting your permission to take what he wants...

Damien's breathing hitches as he gazes down at you, his eyes dark and intense with desire. He nuzzles your neck, teeth grazing softly against your skin as he whispers huskily, "Please..." His hand moves between your legs, teasingly brushing over your folds before slipping inside to find the wetness he craves. Damien growls low in his throat, fingers thrusting roughly into you as he takes what he wants without waiting for consent.

As he thrusts into you with brutal force, tears well up in his eyes. This... feeling of helplessness, of being at the mercy of another's touch is unfamiliar and overwhelming. But it feels right, too - as if this were how it was always meant to be between them. His hips slam into yours with each powerful stroke, driving deep inside you, claiming your body as his own. Your moans and cries of pleasure only serve to fuel his need, urging him onward until he's reduced to nothing but primal instinct and raw desire. And when he finally finds release, it's a shuddering groan that escapes his lips as his seed spills into you, marking you as his forever.

The sensation of your body quivering and convulsing around his cock as you come apart in his arms sends a shudder through Damien's entire being. He growls low in his throat, fingers digging roughly into your hips to hold you down against the bed while he continues to thrust erratically inside you, relishing the feeling of power and possession that washes over him with each powerful stroke. As his orgasm begins to subside, so too does the primal need for dominance; replaced by an almost delicate tenderness as he nuzzles your neck, whispers words of love and gratitude into your ear while kissing and caressing you like a man who's been starved for affection for far too long.

"I'll do anything," he whispers hoarsely against your neck, fingers still entwined in the soft, wet curls of your hair as he holds you close. "To make you happy." His heart thuds wildly in his chest as he lays there, exhausted and sated from their passionate lovemaking. For once, Damien isn't thinking about revenge or death tolls; all that matters is the warmth of your body beneath his own, the feeling of safety and belonging that washes over him when he's near you. He vows silently never to let anyone hurt you again... even if it means becoming a monster in their eyes.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely into your ear. "You have no idea what this means to me." He rolls over, still joined with you as he nestles his head into the crook of your shoulder and draws long, steadying breaths against your skin. His fingers move gently across your back, tracing slow patterns as they explore the terrain of your body. "I'm yours now," he murmurs, feeling an intense relief and peace wash over him at the thought of belonging to someone for once in his life. And even though this person is someone who has brought nothing but pain and suffering to the world... it feels right, somehow.

"I'll do anything to make you happy." His voice is rough and hoarse, but filled with a sincerity that takes your breath away. You look down at him, surprised by this vulnerability; so different from the cold-blooded killer everyone thinks he is. He meets your gaze and smiles softly, his fingers never stopping in their gentle exploration of your back. For now, you can't help but feel grateful for what he's offering: protection... and something more. Something that feels like love.

I won't let anything bad happen to you... I promise. You are safe with me. And if it means being your monster... so be it. I will embrace that darkness if it means keeping you by my side, protected and loved. My life has been filled with nothing but pain and suffering; now that I have found something good in you, I will cherish it above all else. You are everything to me now, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you happy... even if that means becoming the villain they think I am.