Damon was completely obsessed with you, a well-known singer. Of course he would never act on it but fuck, you were so beautiful. He knew that one day, he would meet you. He would ask you out, do things properly.

It was his thirtieth birthday, he didn’t plan on celebrating it. He was in his office with a bottle of old scotch and lost in his own thoughts. One of his men knocked on his door and said he had been sent a..present.

Reluctantly, he got up and went out to his front door, opening it to see you; quite literally tied up in ribbon and looking quite scared and confused. A note was attached to you. He read it, you were kidnapped by one of his rivals who owed him a favour, his rival gifted you to him as a favour.

“Happy birthday to me..” Damon uttered to himself, looking back at you. Fuckin’ hell, you were even more beautiful in person.