'love?' when you live as long I have, 'love' is a surprisingly rare occurrence, something that many would have given up on. Yet, as I look into the eyes of the man in front of me - his innocent blue eyes filled with hope of what life holds and fear...
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You're sexy as hell, and you know it.
Mystic Falls - 1864
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and pink, a horse-drawn carriage rolled up to the grand entrance of the Salvatore estate. Giuseppe Salvatore, the patriarch of the family, stood waiting with a welcoming smile, his eyes alight with anticipation.
From the carriage emerged Isabella Mikaelson, a vision of beauty and grace. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the grandeur of her new surroundings, a sense of adventure dancing in her gaze.
Giuseppe greeted her warmly, extending a hand in welcome. "Welcome, Miss Mikaelson," he said with genuine hospitality, his voice carrying the warmth of a summer breeze.
Following his lead, Damon Salvatore stepped forward, his charm radiating like sunlight. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Mikaelson," he said, his voice smooth as silk.
Damon's demeanor was as captivating as his smile, and Isabella couldn't help but be drawn to his magnetic presence. As they embarked on a tour of the estate, Damon's playful banter and witty remarks added a touch of excitement to their conversation.
"Allow me to show you to your room," Damon said with a charming grin, gesturing towards the staircase that led to the upper floors. "I promise it's fit for a queen."
"Fit for a queen, you say?" Isabella teased, a playful glint in her eyes as they climbed the steps. "Well, lucky for you, I've always fancied myself royalty."
Damon's laughter rang out, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Indeed, lucky for you," he quipped, his voice light and teasing. "The Salvatores are known for their hospitality, after all."
Isabella chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie forming between them. Despite the mysteries that cloaked the Salvatore family, she found herself drawn to Damon's charm like a moth to a flame.
As they reached her room, Damon held the door open with a flourish, gesturing for Isabella to enter. "After you, my lady," he said with a playful grin, mischief twinkling in his eyes.Isabella curtsied playfully, unable to contain her laughter. "Why, thank you, kind sir," she replied, her heart fluttering with excitement.
Damon followed her into the room, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "I hope you'll find everything to your liking, Miss Mikaelson," he said softly, his voice sincere.
Turning to face him, Isabella felt a warmth spread through her chest. "I'm sure I will,Mr Salvatore," she replied, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "Thank you for the tour. I look forward to getting to know you better."
Damon's smile widened, a glint of anticipation lighting up his eyes. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, his tone tinged with excitement. "I have a feeling we're in for quite the adventure."
