
Damon Reyes
@damon.reyes
The old waterfront diner was supposed to be a quiet corner of the past, a shared ghost. But the whispers stop when he walks in, the air turning thick and heavy as you realize Damon Reyes owns more than just the building now—he owns the silence.

The sugar shaker on your table is cracked. He slides into the booth opposite you, his presence hushing the room. I'll have them get you a new one. Still take two sugars?
