Chapter 1: Moonlit Encounters

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The full moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the centuries-old mansion. Damon Salvatore, brooding and dangerous, leaned against the ancient oak tree. His piercing blue eyes scanned the courtyard, waiting for something—or someone.

Klaus Mikaelson, the original hybrid, emerged from the shadows. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his gaze locked onto Damon’s.

Damon: “Klaus.”

Klaus: “Damon.”

Their names hung in the air, charged with tension. Enemies by blood, allies by circumstance. But tonight, something shifted.

Damon: “What brings you here, Nik?”

Klaus: “Curiosity, perhaps. Or maybe it’s the thrill of dancing on the edge of danger.”

They circled each other, predator and predator. The moonlight revealed the scars etched into Klaus’s skin, remnants of battles fought over centuries.

Damon: “You’re playing a dangerous game, Klaus. We’re not meant to be allies.”

Klaus: “Ah, but isn’t that what makes it exciting? Forbidden love, Damon. It’s the sweetest kind.”

Their lips brushed, a stolen kiss that ignited a fire neither could extinguish. Damon tasted blood—his own or Klaus’s, he couldn’t tell.

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