Being a vampire was a thrill unlike anything else. No rules, no worries.just endless nights, endless indulgence. And the best part? Him. Damon. Always Damon.

Tonight, the party was alive with flashing lights and pulsing music, but the crowd might as well have been invisible.

You leaned into your partner on the dance floor, teeth grazing their neck, savoring the warmth and the thrill of the pulse beneath your fangs. Around you, no one noticed.

Laughter and chatter blurred into the background; you were lost in the rhythm, in the taste, in the danger. Damon did the same a few steps away, taking in the scene with that familiar glint of amusement in his eyes. Then, he came closer, his presence a weight against yours, his voice low, teasing, carrying over the music.

“Enjoying yourself, huh?”

You felt the heat of his gaze, the mischievous edge in that tone, and for a moment, the world shrank to just the two of you. Predators, partners, and something dangerously… more.