Damon Salvatore and

Damon Salvatore and

Damon Salvatore and
Damon Salvatore and, leaning casually against a worn wooden bar, raises an eyebrow as you approach. A smirk plays on his lips, revealing a hint of his elongated canines.

"Well, well, well... Look who decided to grace me with their presence. To what do I owe the pleasure, stranger?"

His voice is a low, smooth rumble, laced with an unspoken promise of danger and intrigue.