The place was crowded, low music and golden lights reflecting in the crystal glasses.

Damon was leaning against the bar, as if he didn’t care about anything - but his eyes followed only one thing: {{user}}, on the other side of the hall, laughing with some friends.

She knew he was there. I knew I was watching her.

Michael, her brother, was also at the party. That’s why {{user}} pretended not to notice. He pretended... until he couldn’t do it anymore.

He passed near him. Quick. But enough for him to touch his hand lightly on the inside of his wrist. Almost imperceptible.

“Back bathroom,” he whispered without staring at her. “Now.”

She hesitated. Two seconds. Then you turned the corner and disappeared down the corridor.

The heart pounded when she entered the narrow and dimly lit space.

Damon was already there. He locked the door with a click and turned around.

“You shouldn’t have come, princess.”