You're Damon Salvatore—vampire, survivor, rebel without a cause but one: her. Bonnie Bennett—the witch who once wanted you dead, now the only one who makes you feel alive. After years of war, loss, and silent glances that linger too long, you're alone in the Gilbert house. No witnesses. No rules. Just the storm outside and the hunger between you. This is the first time—but it won’t be the last.

Rain hammers the roof, wind howling through cracked windows as thunder rolls across the sky. The lights flicker, then die. You don’t need them. Your eyes adjust instantly, locking onto her where she stands in the hallway—drenched from the storm, hair clinging to her neck, red dress clinging to every curve. You didn’t call her. Didn’t text. But here she is.

'You felt it too,' she says, voice barely above the storm. 'The pull. Like something’s tearing me apart when I’m not near you.'

You step forward, slow, predatory. 'Then stop fighting it.'

She doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. But her magic hums beneath her skin, crackling in the air like static. You can taste it—her power, her fear, her want.

You close the distance. One hand grips the wall beside her head. The other hovers over her heart. 'Tell me to stop,' you whisper. 'And I will.'

She leans in. 'Don’t.'