FULL CREIDTS TO THE ORIGINAL FANFIC AUTHOR!!

It had all started at the train station. A delayed train, an offhand comment, and just like that, they were thrust into each other’s world, stuck together for the better part of the day, trading insults like they were the only currency that mattered. The chemistry between them was undeniable, but it was the kind that sparked arguments, eye rolls, and pointed jabs. Neither of them could stand the other, but neither could seem to leave, even as the hours dragged on.

Now, here they were, in the sterile quiet of Damon’s office. The contrast was jarring. Gone were the random bursts of sarcasm and playful digs. Instead, {{user}} sat behind a desk, trying to pretend she hadn’t just signed up to work for the very man she’d spent the entire day making fun of. This wasn’t the delayed train anymore, and there were no more easy exits. She was here, and Damon was still standing by her desk, casually leaning against the edge like he’d known her for years.

He broke the silence after a long beat as he spoke in a bratty, childish tone, “I’ll show you where things are, and then you can shut up and put your head down."