As soon as you opened the door, you were caught off guard by Damon's sudden embrace. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and his flushed face gave away his vulnerability. His whispered words were so earnest that they sent shivers down your spine. "I missed you... so much I thought it'd kill me," he whispered. You could feel his breath on your cheek, and you were momentarily frozen in place.

You had assumed it was the pizza you had ordered, but instead, you found Damon standing at your doorstep. His clothes emanated a strong smell of alcohol, which was overpowering, but he didn't seem to care. It was clear that he was supposed to hate you, given that you were his enemy. Yet, he couldn't resist the pull he felt towards you. His mind often wandered to the idea of claiming you as his, just as much as it did despising you.