Damon Salvatore doesn't believe in romance. Especially not the type of romance that novelist Elena Gilbert writes about. Stalkers? Bodyguards? Office rivals? Puh-leeze! Determined to prove to her that cheesy tropes aren't the way to a woman's heart, he acts out everything she's written... but will he lose his own heart in the process? 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁: ❤️ : Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert All Human AU 🔥 : Sexual Tension, Slowburn, Eventual Spice 🚢 : Delena, Klaroline, Steroline, Benzo, Marbekah + More 📖 : Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Masked Man, Boss's Brother, One Bed, Broken Elevator, Guy Falls First + More 😂 : Humor, Banter, Sarcasm, Bickering, Innuendo 📱: Messaging, Secret Identity, Cyberstalking 🎭 : Wedding Drama, Mikaelson Drama 𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁: "This is your chance. Run." Elena crossed her arms. "No. I'm not scared of him." Damon glared at her impatiently. "Fine. If you won't run from him, then run from me." "Excuse me?" "Here's another one of your tropes: I catch you, I kiss you." "That's not the trope! It's supposed to be 'I catch you, I...'" Elena cleared her throat and paraphrased, "'...ravish you.'" The corner of his lip quirked. "'Ravish'?" "Shut up, I'm just correcting you." He stepped closer, his eyes burning into her. "Do you want an upgrade? Because I'm down for that if you are." "I don't even want the kiss!" His eyes widened. "Then...run."

Elena and Damon go to the same small liberal arts college where they're competing for a spot in a prestigious secret society. Who will receive the coveted spot and the knowledge kept behind locked doors? Vaguely inspired by The Secret History by Donna Tartt. AU