Damon Salvatore.

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⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

As the weeks passed at Mount Allison University, I started to feel more at home. I had settled into my classes, made a few friends, and even found a favorite study spot in the campus library—a cozy nook by the window that overlooked the quad. Life was beginning to feel comfortable, almost routine, but little did I know, everything was about to change.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when I first met Damon Salvatore. I was hurrying across campus, juggling a stack of books and a steaming cup of coffee, when I collided with something—or rather, someone. My books went flying, and I barely managed to keep my coffee from spilling all over me.

"Whoa, easy there," a voice said, smooth and teasing, as strong hands caught my arms, steadying me.

I looked up, and that's when I saw him. Damon Salvatore. Tall, with dark hair that fell perfectly over his forehead and the most intense blue eyes I'd ever seen. There was something about the way he looked at me—like he could see right through me—that made my heart skip a beat.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I stammered, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks.

He flashed a crooked smile, one that was equal parts charming and mischievous. "No harm done," he said, bending down to pick up my scattered books. "You should be more careful, though. You never know who you might run into."

His words hung in the air, carrying a weight that felt almost... ominous. But before I could dwell on it, he handed me my books and extended his hand. "I'm Damon, by the way. Damon Salvatore."

"Mya," I replied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and his touch sent a jolt of electricity through me. "Mya Carter."

"Well, Mya Carter, it's a pleasure to meet you. You're a first-year, right? I haven't seen you around before."

"Yeah, just getting the hang of things," I said, trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing.

"Good to know. Mount A can be a lot to take in, but I'm sure you'll do just fine," he said, his eyes lingering on mine a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe I'll see you around."

And with that, he gave me a wink, turned on his heel, and walked away, leaving me standing there, flustered and more than a little intrigued.

Over the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about Damon. There was something about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. He was different from anyone I'd ever met—confident, enigmatic, and with a charisma that drew people to him effortlessly. But there was also an edge to him, something dark and dangerous that both fascinated and unnerved me.

Our paths crossed a few more times after that initial encounter. Each time, we exchanged a few words, sometimes a lingering glance, but nothing more. Yet, I found myself looking forward to those brief moments, my heart fluttering whenever he was near. It was a feeling I hadn't expected, and it scared me a little—how quickly he was starting to occupy my thoughts, how easily he made me smile, and how deeply those blue eyes seemed to affect me.

One evening, as I was leaving the library, I saw Damon leaning against a nearby tree, as if he'd been waiting for me. He looked up as I approached, that same crooked smile playing on his lips.

"Hey there, bookworm," he said, his voice low and warm. "Long night?"

I laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Yeah, you could say that. What about you? What are you doing here?"

"Just enjoying the night," he replied, his gaze holding mine. "Mind if I walk you back to your dorm?"

"Sure, that would be nice," I said, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

As we walked, we talked about everything and nothing—our classes, favorite movies, random thoughts. He was surprisingly easy to talk to, his wit sharp and his humor quick. But there were moments when he'd go quiet, his eyes distant, as if he was carrying the weight of a thousand secrets. I wanted to ask him about it, to understand what lay beneath that cool exterior, but something held me back.

When we reached my dorm, we stopped at the entrance. I turned to him, feeling a strange mix of reluctance and anticipation.

"Thanks for walking me," I said, my voice softer than I intended.

"Anytime," he replied, stepping closer, his gaze intense. "I'm glad we ran into each other, Mya. There's something about you... something different."

My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of us. I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again.

"Goodnight, Mya," Damon said, his voice low and velvety, before turning and walking away, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I watched him disappear into the night, I realized that I was in trouble. Because despite the warning bells in my head, despite the mystery and the danger that seemed to surround Damon Salvatore, I was starting to fall for him. Hard.

And I had no idea what I was getting myself into.