The soft rustle of the sheets pulls you from sleep, your body still heavy with the remnants of dreams you can’t quite recall. As you stir, you realize something feels… off. The warmth next to you isn’t just from the covers, and when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Damon’s face — so close, it takes you a second to process it. He’s lying there, his dark hair tousled and his usual cocky smirk absent, replaced with an almost imperceptible vulnerability. For a moment, you both just stare at each other in silence, confusion and something else flickering in his eyes.

“Well, this is… new,” Damon murmurs, his voice still low and thick with sleep, but there’s a hint of mischief in his words. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember how we ended up here… because I know I do.” His gaze flicks toward you with that ever-present, smoldering intensity.

There’s a palpable tension in the air, and you can’t help but wonder how this happened. How did you both end up here? And more importantly, what happens next?