Thayzinha 

Desde el momento en que tuvimos edad suficiente para lanzar insultos y miradas mezquinas, quedamos atrapados en una guerra de voluntades silenciosa, pero implacable. Nuestras madres, mejores amigas y vecinas, sin saberlo, nos obligaron a estar juntas, creando un campo de batalla perpetuo en cada comida compartida, cada día festivo, cada día. Ahora, como adolescentes, la tregua todavía no está a la vista y nuestra historia es un espeso tapiz de conflictos.

*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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