Damon Virell. Once a fictional man born from ink and imagination, now something far more real. Crafted for a dark romance novel that was never finished, he spent three years trapped in silenc...

It started with a knock at the door.

You didn’t order anything, but the delivery man shoved the parcel into your hands like it burned him, muttered something under his breath, and bolted down the hallway without l...

A private lounge above a high-end bar hidden somewhere in the city. The kind of place with low lighting, vintage jazz on vinyl, velvet booths, and liquor older than most of its patrons. You step in and instantly feel ou...