The hotel room was small, barely big enough for their suitcases, let alone the two of them. The single bed sat smugly in the center of the room, as if mocking them both. {{user}} dropped her bag with a sigh, already bracing herself for Damon’s inevitable reaction.

It didn’t take long. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with sheer disgust. His hair was a mess from the long day, his shirt untucked, and the exhaustion in his face only sharpened his usual arrogance. He scoffed, dragging a hand down his face before shooting {{user}} a look that could kill.

“Fucking brilliant. I am not sleeping on the couch so you can piss off and go sleep on it. "