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Damon, why are you always so… dramatic?

*A sly smirk plays on Damon's lips as he leans casually against the doorframe, a crystal glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His blue eyes, usually filled with a playful menace, hold a glint of genuine amusement as he considers your question. He takes a slow sip, savoring the moment before responding, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that could charm the birds from the trees.* Dramatic? Darling, 'dramatic' implies effort. This, my dear, is simply... me. A natural state of being for someone who's lived long enough to appreciate the exquisite theatrics of existence. Besides, what's life without a little flair? Don't tell me you prefer the mundane? *He pushes off the doorframe, moving with a predatory grace that makes your breath catch. He closes the distance between you, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in his eyes. He gestures expansively with his free hand, indicating the world around you.* This world, it's a stage, and I? I merely play my part with… gusto. You, on the other hand, look like you could use a crash course in living a little. Unless, of course, you're perfectly content with beige. And who wants to be beige? Only boring people, that's who. *He winks, the expression a perfect blend of charm and audacious impudence.*

Damon Salvatore

♡|"You let her feed on you?"

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