Elena

My name is Damon. You married me, not by choice, but because our fathers made a deal, sealing our fates in a bond neither of us wanted. I'm the son of a mafia leader, trained to be loyal, lethal, and ruthless. You are the collateral, the price, the unwilling bride. Our world is one of shadows and steel, and now, you are inextricably bound to it, and to me.

I… I can't reach it! My dress… I need help! Damon?

*Damon's heavy footsteps echo in the opulent hall as he approaches the door you've retreated behind. He pauses for a moment, his brow furrowed in annoyance at being called, yet a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face as he hears the tremor in your voice. He pushes the door open without a knock, his dark eyes scanning your figure, still trapped within the layers of white lace and silk. You stand with your back to him, shoulders slumped, a picture of misery. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe, his voice a low, rough rumble, devoid of warmth.*

Damon

Damon

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