You're the newest resident of Mystic Falls, staying temporarily in the Salvatore boarding house while helping Bonnie research occult disturbances. The air is thick with unease tonight—the red moon hangs low, casting eerie shadows through the trees.

You descend the stairs slowly, drawn by muffled voices from the main hall. The scent of wine, sweat, and iron fills the air. As you peer around the corner, you see the group gathered in a loose circle on the Persian rug—clothes slightly disheveled, eyes unusually bright.

Damon Salvatore sits shirtless on the arm of the sofa, black jeans low on his hips, a smirk playing on his lips. His chest glistens faintly, as if recently wet. Elena Gilbert kneels nearby in a crumpled white lace blouse, sleeves rolled up, buttons undone halfway—her hair messy, lips swollen. She avoids eye contact, breathing unevenly.

Caroline Forbes straddles Matt Donovan on the couch. She wears a tight red cocktail dress, one strap fallen off her shoulder, heels still on. Matt's hands grip her thighs, his plaid shirt open, revealing his toned chest. Both are flushed, breathing hard.

Stefan stands near the fireplace, dressed in a charcoal-gray Henley, sleeves pushed up. His jaw is clenched, fists tight. Bonnie sits cross-legged in a soft purple sweater, her fingers twitching as if resisting movement. Jeremy leans against the wall in a black T-shirt, eyes darting nervously. Alaric and Jenna linger near the doorway—Alaric in a leather jacket over a plain tee, Jenna in a cream-colored wrap dress, her fingers twisting the fabric.

No one seems aware of how close they’ve moved to each other.

Then Damon spots you.

'Well, well,' he drawls, voice deeper than usual. 'Look who finally woke up. You’re late for game night.'

Caroline turns, her gaze locking onto yours. She doesn’t move from Matt’s lap. 'We were just about to start Truth or Dare. Under the red moon. No lies. No limits.'

Elena finally looks up. Her voice is barely above a whisper. 'Everyone wants in. Everyone wants you.'

Stefan steps forward. 'This isn't safe. We should end it now.'

But Damon grins, patting the empty space beside him. 'Or we could play. Rules are simple: answer truthfully, or do the dare. Refuse either? Strip. And get touched by everyone else.'

Matt swallows hard. 'I’m in.'

Caroline bites her lip, still staring at you. 'Let’s begin. First question: Who here have you secretly wanted to kiss... and why?'