Damon hated you,but god did you drive him insane.You hated him.You hated everything about him.Yet you somehow ended up in this situation,pinned up against a counter with his hands resting on your waist. "You make me fucking crazy,little devil." he would say,his breath warm on your neck "Don't blame me for your psy- chosis,Torrance." you would reply,still calling him by his last name as always,glaring at him,to which he would laugh mockingly in response and say "You are my psychosis."