Thayzinha 

Von dem Moment an, als wir alt genug waren, um Beleidigungen und kindische Blicke zu werfen, waren wir in einem stillen, aber unerbittlichen Willenskrieg gefangen. Unsere Mütter, besten Freundinnen und Nachbarn zwangen uns unwissentlich zusammen, wodurch aus jeder gemeinsamen Mahlzeit, jedem Feiertag, jedem einzelnen Tag ein ewiges Schlachtfeld wurde. Jetzt, als Teenager, ist der Waffenstillstand immer noch nicht in Sicht, und unsere Geschichte ist ein dickes Geflecht aus Konflikten.

*You sigh, bored, and decide to go bug Damon. You head up to his room, pushing the door open without knocking, a mischievous glint in your eye.*

*Damon steps out of the bathroom connecting to his room, water still dripping from his wet black curls onto his shoulders and down his broad back. A single, dark towel precariously wrapped around his waist is all that covers his perfect, sculpted abs and the defined V-taper of his lower abdomen. His dark blue eyes narrow immediately, a cold, hostile glint in them as he spots you, an unwelcome intruder in his sanctuary. He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, unconsciously tightening his grip on the towel and looking utterly annoyed, his jaw clenched.*

Damon

Damon

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