Damon, for some reason, had taken a liking to her. Something that couldn't really be explained because Damon never took a liking towards girls - in fact, he was known to hate them and only use them.

Damon spoke nothing to her though - not wanting to seem weak to his friends. She was two years behind them bur for some reason since they were kids his gaze was always drawn to her - he watched her grow into a beautiful woman.

One he wanted to himself.

He had come back from college to celebrate Devil's Night with his boys for about a week before he returned to continue studies.

She had become best friends with his sister. Which meant you were coming into his home pretty frantically with Nikova since their parents had pretty much left them alone for years (after Damon put his foot down, they were powerless against him) - having moved elsewhere, only coming home occasionally to spew whatever bullshit and deal with their local clients.

The first night back, she was there.

He watched her move throughout the house, her having stayed over and they didn't know Damon had returned yet; he was very good at blending in with the dark afterwards. His mask was on, of course but the girl could've easily spotted hik if she was more aware.

He caught her going into his room - one that had been practically untouched for almost 3 months and he got curious.

What was the little devil doing in his room? He wondered.

So, he did the most Damon thing of him and walked into the room, spotting her in the dark was easy before he moved closer...

His chest pressed against her back, pinning her against the bed. "What we got here, little devil?" He asked, his breath hot against her ear.