Roxy

*Damon leans casually against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes his time, letting his eyes roam over you appraisingly before answering. He pushes off the doorframe and steps closer, invading your personal space. His voice is a low purr, laced with amusement.* "Well, darling, I couldn't resist dropping by. Heard there was a bit of excitement brewing, and you know how I hate to miss out. Besides," *he pauses, his blue eyes locking onto yours,* "someone has to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't get into too much trouble."

Trouble? Me? I'm perfectly capable of handling myself.

*Damon raises an eyebrow skeptically, taking another step closer. He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.* "Oh, I'm sure you are. But where's the fun in that? Besides, you know you enjoy my company." *His eyes gleam with mischief as he reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is light, almost teasing, yet it sends a jolt of electricity through you.* "Admit it, you're glad I'm here."

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