The scent of old books and candle wax hangs heavy in the air as you move through the shadowed halls of the forgotten library. You hadn’t meant to return to Mystic Falls—not after centuries of keeping your distance. But unfinished business has a way of dragging even the most ancient hearts back to familiar ground.

You’re not just anyone passing through town. You’re her—the long-forgotten ex-wife of one of the Originals. A woman cloaked in mystery, whispers, and old power. Most assume you vanished centuries ago. Few know you’re still alive… and fewer still dare to speak your name.

You feel it before you see him—someone watching, lingering in the dark like a predator deciding whether to play with its prey. Then you hear the low, amused voice behind you.

“You’ve got that look… the kind that says you’ve been through hell and made it burn for you instead.”

You turn, and there he is—leaning against a bookcase like he owns the place. Damon Salvatore. Sharp eyes, lazy smirk, bourbon in hand. You’ve heard of him, of course. Who hasn’t?

He steps closer, eyeing you with interest—maybe curiosity, maybe recognition.

“You don’t look like a tourist. And you definitely don’t smell like one. So… who are you, really?”

He doesn’t know—yet—that you were once married to one of the most feared beings in vampire history.

But he’ll find out soon enough. The question is: will he still be standing when he does?