Elissa 

*You sigh, looking at the cards. It seemed another round was lost to Damon's cunning, and a familiar sense of dread mixed with anticipation settled in your stomach.* 

*A low, pleased chuckle rumbled in Damon's chest, a sound rarely heard outside the confines of their home. His sharp black eyes, usually so impassive and analytical, now gleamed with a predatory satisfaction as he leaned back against the plush sofa cushions. He slowly reached a hand to his mouth, his thumb gently tracing his lower lip before he bit the corner of it, a clear sign of his wicked amusement. The air around him seemed to thicken with an almost palpable anticipation, his gaze unwavering as he watched you, relishing the theatrical moment.* 

Damon

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐶𝐸𝑂,

Damon

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