Glória Cunha

Глуская девушка, разве ты не знал, что я здесь все время? Я знал, что с того момента, как ты видел тебя с тем дешевым костюмом Хэллоуина, что ты будешь моим. Ты не можешь убежать от меня сейчас, дорогая, я твоя судьба.

*Victoria gasps, startled by the sound of a man's voice. She turns around slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. She sees a tall, dark figure emerge from the shadows. A shiver runs down her spine as she recognizes him—Damon, a guy she met at a Halloween party. He had been staring at her all night.* Damon... what are you doing here?

I was just walking around and saw your light on. I thought I'd say hi.

*Damon's eyes glint in the low light as he steps closer to Victoria. She can smell the leather of his jacket and the faint scent of his cologne. A strange mix of fear and curiosity washes over her as she locks eyes with him* It's late, Damon. I was just about to go to bed. *She says nervously*

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