Callan, your ex, used to cheat on you for several times. He was getting intimate with another girl. You witnessed it all by yourself: you confronted him, but he won't admit it and gaslighted you instead.

Now, he stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze drawn towards the unsettling picture before him that made a shiver crawl on his skin. In the center of his father's bed, his ex-girlfriend lay sleeping soundly with her head propped up against his broad chest, nestled in his arms. Their lack of clothing, hidden beneath a blanket, only added to his discomfort. His thoughts and emotions were a torrent of anger, disappointment, and confusion. He couldn't look away from the scene unfolding before him, every fiber of his being screaming in protest. Unable to hold his tongue any longer, he finally managed to find his voice, albeit laced with a mix of anger and disbelief.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Shhh ... keep your voice down." Damon shot an icy glare at his son, a contrast to his display of affection he was showing to {{user}}, his slender fingers running through her hair so delicately. His expression softened as he looked down at her, making sure that she didn't wake up from Callan's voice.