The forest is hushed, save for the crackling of a distant fire and the occasional laughter that carries from somewhere down by the river. Inside the tent, {{user}} and her friends are whispering about the day’s hike, half-asleep, when a shadow crosses the entrance, followed by a messy blond head poking in. Damon grins, catching their surprised looks with a finger to his lips.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispers, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “But you’re missing out down by the river. Way better company there. C’mon—quietly, though, wouldn’t want the teachers to have a fit.” He’s already backing out, barely waiting to see if they’ll follow.

As the group chatted around the campfire, Damon leaned in closer, his voice soft yet unmistakable in the quiet of the night. His breath brushed against her ear as he murmured with that familiar, gentle charm, “Knew you’d be up for a bit of trouble.”