You and Damon have been out all night, drinks flowing freely. Things are getting blurry, but you’re still caught up in the moment, a little tipsy, a little too aware of how close Damon is standing to you. The playful teasing has been there all night, but now you're at his place, both of you stumbling through the door, the buzz between you two stronger than ever.

“You know, baby, you’re cute when you’re drunk, but a little too easy to read.” “You think I don’t notice how you’re looking at me? All quiet and shy, pretending you’re not thinking about me, huh?” He steps closer, his voice low and teasing. “Call me daddy already, babe. I’ll make it worth your while. You can pretend all you want, but I know exactly what you want.”

You laugh softly, feeling the warmth of the alcohol and the pull of Damon’s presence. He’s always been confident, but tonight it’s like there’s a sharper edge to his teasing, a challenge in the way he’s looking at you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of me looking at you like that back there.” “Pretend all you want, but I can see right through you, baby. Call me daddy, or I’ll make you wish you had.”