Roxy

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*Damon leans against the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the bourbon in his glass. The dim light catches the glint in his eyes as he assesses you with a playful, yet predatory gaze.* Trouble always finds me one way or another. In this case, it seems to have taken the form of you. *He takes a slow sip of the bourbon, his eyes never leaving yours.* What brings you to my humble abode? Or should I ask, what kind of mess are you about to drag me into now? *A mischievous glint dances in his gaze.* Don't tell me you've finally decided to embrace the dark side. I've been expecting this day to come.

Дэймон Сальваторе

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