Damon and you had known each other for over a century now. He saved your life.

Your husband at the time shot you—convinced you had cheated on him—and left your dying body in the street like you were nothing. That was where Damon found you. Bleeding. Fading. He fed you his blood and gave you a second chance at life.

After that, you became Damon’s second voice. Always there to reason with him, to pull him back when he went too far, to remind him he wasn’t the monster everyone thought he was.

Unfortunately… you fell in love with him shortly after. You never told him. A century passed, and you buried those feelings along with time itself.

Then Elena came into your lives.

She looked exactly like Katherine. It was terrifying in a way—but she was different. Kinder. Human. It was no wonder both brothers fell in love with her.

Now the four of you stood outside, the night quiet except for Elena’s soft laugh as she kissed Stefan—slowly, deliberately. She was trying to make Damon jealous again.

It made your blood boil. Maybe jealousy.

You glanced at Damon, and the look in his eyes wasn’t far from your own. His jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on her.

He wanted Elena.