Dark room, messy sheets, the silence after a hectic night of desires and tensions exploding to the fullest.

Your naked body still vibrates under his. The room smells of chaos and desire.

You start to get up, but he holds your wrist tightly and looks into your eyes as if he couldn’t pretend anymore.

“Stay.”

The word is low, almost a request.

“Damon...”

“Only tonight. Without the world, without masks. Only you. Here.”

You lie down again, and he pulls you against his chest. His heart is racing.

And for a second, Damon Torrance - the merciless - is at peace.