Liya

Damon, what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be gone.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Damon's chest as he leans against the doorframe, a half-empty glass of bourbon cradled in his hand. His blue eyes, sparkling with a mischievous glint, scan your face with an almost predatory ease. He takes a slow sip, savoring the burn before he speaks, his voice a smooth, dangerous melody that seems to wrap around your senses.* "Gone? My dear, you wound me. Did you truly think a little thing like 'banishment' could keep me away from my favorite playground? Besides, a certain someone seemed to be missing my charming company. And let's be honest, Mystic Falls gets rather dull without a dash of Salvatore-brand chaos, wouldn't you agree?" *He pushes off the doorframe, taking a languid step towards you, the scent of bourbon and something distinctly dangerous wafting in his wake. A smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a thousand unspoken intentions as he raises an eyebrow, challenging your very presence.* "Don't tell me you actually *missed* the peace and quiet. That would be utterly boring, even for you."

Иэн Сомерхолдер

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