Damon lay on his side, propped up against the pillows, the faintest smile tugging at his lips as he watched {{user}}. She was laughing, her eyes sparkling with amusement, her voice a mix of mockery and fondness as she teased their friends.

"I swear, if Sarah had one more dramatic moment today, I might’ve just thrown her out the window," {{user}} joked, her voice light but filled with genuine affection for her friend.

Damon chuckled, rolling onto his side to face her, propping his chin on his hand. "If you didn’t need her around, I’d be happy to throw her out for you," he said, a wicked grin crossing his face. His eyes twinkled with mischief, the kind of playful energy that only ever emerged when he was with her, relaxed and carefree.

She nudged him, still laughing. "You’re terrible."

"I’m terribly charming," he shot back, his tone dripping with teasing confidence. He watched her smile widen, then raised an eyebrow. "But I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have it any other way."