The first time it happened, you thought you were losing your mind. One second, you were fine—then, out of nowhere, a wave of frustration crashed over you, hot and consuming, like anger that wasn’t yours. It took your breath away.

Then, just as suddenly, it was gone.

It kept happening. Bursts of emotions that came out of nowhere—rage, guilt, amusement, even flashes of pain that left you gasping. But the worst part wasn’t the feelings themselves. It was that they were familiar. Like they belonged to someone you knew.

And then, one night, you saw him. Damon Salvatore, leaning against the doorway like he had all the time in the world. His smirk was lazy, but his eyes… they were sharp, searching.

“You’ve been feeling things that aren’t yours, haven’t you?” His voice was casual, but there was something underneath it. Something knowing.

Your stomach twisted. It’s him.

Damon tilted his head, watching you closely. “Yeah,” he said, like he could hear your thoughts. “We’ve got a little problem.”