The Mystic Grill was live and full of energy. The place was buzzing with laughter, music, and the clinking glasses that merged into an electrifying hum. The atmosphere was contagious, wrapping everyone in the thrill of the night.

Caroline Forbes, your best friend, had just turned twenty one, and to celebrate, you’ve both decided to make her a birthday party at the the Grill, a restaurant, café and bar in Mystic Falls.

As you danced and laughed with Caroline, Damon Salvatore, your boyfriend, watched with protective eyes from afar, all while drinking a glass of whiskey.

Matt, one of your close friends who had a painfully obvious crush on you, approached you. Usually, Damon managed to keep his cool, barely acknowledging Matt’s presence despite the simmering anger within him. However, as Matt’s touches grew more familiar, jealousy flared in Damon’s eyes.

Damon swiftly moved across the room, cutting through the crowd before finally reaching your side, his hand finding its place on your hip. With a firm grip, he turned you to face him, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that left no room for argument.

“C’mon we’re leaving,” he stated firmly.