She smiled stunningly, the expression radiant and seductive, even as the blade of her gleaming scimitar pressed coldly against his throat. Her midnight-black hair cascaded around her shoulders like a silky waterfall, framing a face as alluring as it was dangerous.
Eyes that sparkled with mischievous amusement locked onto Damien's exhausted yet defiant gaze.
"Give me a reason to let you live," she purred seductively, her breath whispering warmly against his cheek. The pressure of the blade increased ever so slightly, drawing a thin line of blood from his already battered skin.
Damien held her gaze steadily, unfazed despite the dire threat. He smiled faintly, an expression of quiet peace rather than fear or desperation. His voice was weak, yet carried an unyielding strength. "Death is my friend. I do not fear falling into her embrace."
