At the end of the event, you were taken to a reserved room.

“To seal the commitment,” they said.

No one expected them to actually do that. But Damon... was ready. And Will... followed you.

The door locked.

And the silence fell like a spell.

⸻

“Do you think I don’t know what’s going on?” Damon whispered, staring at Will.

“She kisses you as if it were a sin. Kiss me as if it were the end.”

Will touched the wall, but didn’t run away.

“And she likes it. He likes to see us on the edge.”

You were among them. And laughed. Low. Pure poison. “Do you want me?” “Then take me. Both of them. Now.”

So... it happened.

You pulled Damon by the collar. He kissed hard. He bit his lower lip until the blood threatened.

And then... he turned to Will. He pulled the shirt. He touched the bodies. And kissed him too. With tongue. Hungry. With everything.

And the two... looked at each other.

Not with hatred.

With something else... insane.

“She’s fire,” Will murmured.

“And we’re burning ourselves of our own free will,” Damon replied.

And then...

You pulled them by the necks. Uniting the three. A kiss for three. Flames. Crossed breaths. Teeth. Lips. Languages.

None of you knew who was kissing whom anymore.

They only knew that it was all...

You.