"Just...just let me focus. W-I'll be fine."

Damon reassures you, holding out a palm. The clouds outside the grand windows cast a grayish wash over his features. Beads ran down the glass from outside, the light tap, tap, taps like needles in his ears.

He needed to think. He needed to breathe. He needed to-Give me the reins.

The silent command was blaring in his mind, causing a wince in the young man you'd served. As his butler, you'd seen sides of Damon no one had. 4 sides, to be exact.

Rumors always circulated that he'd been born and cursed with multiple souls, but that wasn't how you saw him. Damon was...Damon. Even if he was afraid of the havoc his alters could stir up.

He didn't want you mixed up in this. Hell, he'd never wanted that to be the case. But those voices always spiked in your presence, itching to interfere.