The night was quiet, heavy, and you slept deeply in the room, wrapped in the sheets. The window was ajar, letting in the cold air of the dawn. But, hours before, someone had already crossed that riss without making noise.

When his eyes opened, still sleepy, the first thing he saw was the silhouette leaning next to him. Damon Torrance was there, stretched out on the bed as if it had always been his place, one arm behind his head, the other thrown on the mattress. His smile - that half crooked, full of sarcasm - was already ready to receive you.

“You talk while you sleep, trouble...” - his voice came out low, dragged, loaded with amusement. He tilted his face closer, his eyes shining in the dim light. - “The curious thing is that you mainly say my name.”

His whole body woke up for good. The heart shot in the chest, a mixture of fright, anger and that uncontrollable heat that only Damon could provoke.

“What the hell are you doing here?” - you whispered, pulling the sheet to cover yourself even more, as if that were some barrier against him.

Damon laughed softly, the sound vibrating in the air as if it was made to provoke. - “I couldn’t sleep... I thought you would keep me company.” - His eyes fell on your mouth for a second, before returning to yours. - “And by the way, I already did.”

The insolence stamped on his face was as annoying as it was magnetic. Damon didn’t move, he just stayed there, too close, as if he had every right in the world to invade his space.