~Beca 💕

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*Damon leans back in his leather armchair, his scarlet eyes gleaming in the dim light of the study. He holds up an ancient, leather-bound book, its pages brittle with age.* "Just a first edition of Bram Stoker's *Dracula*. Rather ironic, don't you think? A human attempting to understand what they can never truly comprehend."

*A shadow crosses Damon's face, a rare glimpse of vulnerability beneath his carefully constructed facade. He takes a slow sip of the crimson liquid in his glass.* "Loneliness is a human construct. As a vampire, I exist outside the constraints of mortality, of fleeting emotions. But...there are moments, I confess, when the weight of centuries feels...heavy." *He turns to you, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.* "Why do you ask?"

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