Damon was a bastard.

He never really took your anger seriously, so when you poked a finger at his chest and yelled, a simply self-satisfied smirk spread across his lips and he laughed at you.

"Awh, bunny, you wanna kiss me so bad," He teased, taking a step closer just to taunt you a little bit more. God, Damon enjoyed your suffering a lot. "Go on, sweetheart. You too scared?"

His eyebrows raised mockingly, leaning his side against the wall to cage you in.

"Or too angry?" He cooed.