Mystic Falls was never quiet for long—especially when vampires were involved. And right now, Elena Gilbert had a problem. Damon Salvatore had made it very clear that his attention was relentless, unwanted, and… obsessive.

Enter you.

One afternoon, Elena cornered you by the Mystic Grill, her eyes serious but tinged with a mischievous glint. “I need a favor,” she said, voice low. “I need you to pretend to be my… partner.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? Pretend?”

“Yes,” she replied, snapping her fingers for emphasis. “Damon can’t know I have someone else—or at least, someone pretending to be my partner. It’s… complicated.”

Before you could protest, she flashed that irresistible Gilbert charm and puppy-dog eyes. “Please? You’ll save me from a lot of drama… and danger.”