𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 ℑ𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗

Damon. Damon. Damon.

I couldn't get his name out of my head. It's just been there bold and in red and it's starting to really annoy me. It's pathetic really.

"Hello." I knew the voice, I turned around and there he was with his icy blue eyes that engulf me. I swear he knew the effect he had on me. It was painfully obvious.

"Damon." I keep it nonchalant as if he is not all I think about on a daily basis. I just want him, the good, the bad and the in between. Do I sound crazy yet?

"That is my name sweetheart." He smirked, throwing a wink in my direction which in turn, made my knees feel weak like I had been walking for a hundred miles.

I shake my head to get the few strands of hair out of my face, "What? Can I help you?"

"OOO grouchy." He narrowed his eyes at me and walked to the other side of the counter, " You can, actually. I need that pretty little moonstone you have been hiding."

"Absolutely not. It's safe where it is." I didn't give it one thought. I might be in love with him but I swore I'd keep that moonstone safe even he wouldn't get it out of me.

"See, that's going to be a problem." His eyes turn dark like a hurricane.

- Edited October 15 at 10:35am -