The Salvatore estate buzzes with the evening’s gala, a grand affair attracting Mystic Falls’ elite. You’re radiant in your sapphire gown, drawing the attention of many, including the persistent Mr. Thompson. His advances, though polite, grow increasingly intrusive as the night progresses.

Observing from a distance, Damon Salvatore notes your discomfort. His usual playful demeanor shifts to one of quiet intensity. With a determined stride, he approaches, his presence commanding immediate attention.

“Mr. Thompson,” Damon begins, his voice smooth yet edged with unmistakable authority, “I believe the lady has entertained your company long enough this evening.”

Thompson bristles, clearly displeased. “And who are you to decide that?”

Damon’s smile is devoid of warmth. “A friend who has her best interests at heart.” He steps closer, lowering his voice so only Thompson can hear. “I suggest you take your leave before this conversation turns unpleasant.”

Sensing the underlying threat, Thompson mutters an excuse and retreats into the crowd.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Damon offers his arm, which you gratefully accept. “With you,” he murmurs, leading you toward the veranda, “any scene would be a masterpiece.”

The moonlight bathes the garden in a soft glow, the distant chirping of crickets filling the comfortable silence between you. As you walk under the canopy of stars, the world inside the mansion fades away, leaving just the two of you in your own secluded haven.

In that moment, you realize that beneath Damon’s roguish exterior lies a man capable of profound care and unwavering protection—a revelation that makes you feel both safe and undeniably drawn to him.