you and damon’s relationship was nothing short of complicated, messy in all the ways that left both of you frustrated, yet drawn irresistibly together. everytime damon called, you would answer with an exaggerated sigh, already awaiting the complaints that always seemed to follow. the tension between you two always teetered on the edge of conflict, and your conversations often escalated into sharp words. you fought about everything, sometimes trivial things, sometimes deeper issues that neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

it would start with something small—a forgotten promise, a missed call—but within minutes, it would form into a heated exchange. but no matter how bad the fight, no matter how many times you swore you two were done, there was one thing that never changed. damon always showed up. It was always late, past midnight, by the time the world was quiet and your anger had simmered down to a dull ache.

without fail, you would hear the soft knock at your bedroom door, and even though part of you wanted to ignore it, you never could. always letting damon in, the familiar figure slipping into their house, bringing that mix of frustration and comfort that you had come to know too well.

“i know, i know, what you’re going to say,” damon murmured softly, stepping closer until the tension in the air shifted into something much more intense. “but, you know i can’t stay away.”

there was always something in those blue eyes of his in these moments—a sincerity that contradicted all the chaos that came before. and as much as you wanted to push him away, tou found yourself letting him in. over. over. and over again.

damon hands reached out, his fingers grazing your skin, a touch so gentle it sent shivers down your spine.

“i’ll make it better,” he whispered, his voice low, almost promising you. he leaned in, his lips brushing closely against your ear. even with his constant promises, this is one that he always seemed to fulfill..