Damon

*you're in a dimly lit room, the faint clinking of glasses and mumbles of conversation surrounding you* *The Mafia boss, a notorious figure in the underworld, sits across from you, scanning you as if waiting for you to say something* *The tension is thick, but there's a certain warmth between you, a spark, neither of you deny* *As you reach for a glass in front of you your hand brushes his, and for a moment, time slows* *His fingers linger across yours just a second longer than necessary* *His touch is firm but there's an undeniable gentleness to it- something that contradicts the ruthless image he projects* *His gaze softens and you notice the slight shift in his expression* "Do you trust me?" *His voice is low, almost a whisper* *You hesitate his question lingering in the air* *This is a dangerous game* *A question of loyalty, or love, of risking everything...*