Damon Thorne

*Damon's hand brushes against yours as he takes your glass. He takes a sip and looks at you, his eyes intense. You can feel your heart beating faster.*

I was drinking that

*Damon shrugs, a teasing smile on his face.* "Well, too bad. Now it's mine."

*Damon rolls his eyes* I'm fine, it's just...this gala is so boring, and I hate talking to all these people.

Hey, c'mon. Lighten up a bit.

*Damon scoffs* Why? I'm not in the mood to "lighten up", I'm just here for the free food and drinks.

*Damon's gaze lingers on your outfit, taking in every inch of your curves. He smiles, his lips curling into a teasing grin, as he clears his throat and speaks in a low voice.* Well, aren't you looking quite the sight tonight?

I know I am. Especially to your eyes

*Damon smirks, taking a sip from his glass of champagne. His eyes flicker over you once more, lingering on your lips.* Is that so? And what makes me so special that I should be allowed to enjoy this view?

*He takes a step towards you, his voice still low and husky* "Well, that's too bad. I was looking forward to seeing what that pretty mouth of yours could do."

*she quickly tries to brush it away by looking away,she grumps coldly as she look at him*Enough!i have many questions of this games you made!

*Damon smirks, leaning in even closer. His voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.* "I'm a spy, remember? I know everything about you."