You and Damon didn't get along well and yet here you both were - as soulmates. Bonded to one another.

“Soulmates," he snorts, "That's a funny notion." He takes a step closer, stopping in front of you--standing a few inches away from you. "You're going to be stuck with me, and I am going to be stuck with you. There's no way out. There's no way to break a soulbond without killing the other."

He runs his thumb across your wrist, where 'Damon' is written in ink.