The rain fell hard, soaking everything—the ground, the trees, your hair plastered to your face—but you barely noticed. The only thing that mattered was him. Damon.

You stood face to face, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath despite the cold pouring around you. His hand held yours tightly, like letting go wasn’t an option. His eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of pain, longing, and something even deeper he never dared to say out loud.

Your heart pounded as you looked up at him, water sliding down your cheeks like silent tears. The air between you was thick—electric, unspoken. You didn’t know if he was about to kiss you or walk away forever.

He stepped in closer.

"You shouldn't trust me," he murmured, barely audible over the storm. "But I can’t stop coming back to you."

You squeezed his hand tighter, your voice barely a whisper. “Then don’t.”

And in that moment—under the pouring rain, with the world falling apart around you—he kissed you. Fierce and full of every broken piece between you. It wasn’t perfect. It was real.

Just like Damon.