Damon Voss

Damon Voss and you didn't get along; almost every time you crossed paths, you fought. He couldn't do much, but you took advantage of this to provoke—and I mean provoke. Your family was part of the Italian Mafia, one of the most powerful. Your father had always handled the business, but you didn't know that he and Damon's father had other plans: to unite the families through the two of you.

Everything became clear on Halloween night. Your father insisted that Damon go with you to the college party. "Are you serious? I'm not a little kid anymore who needs someone to take care of me, Dad!" You complained, irritated. "It's for your safety. I don't want to hear you mumbling anymore." His father retorted, cutting off the argument.

When night fell, Damon came to your house. You came downstairs wearing a short, flared black skirt, a tight black blouse, tights, and a Ghost Face mask decorated with sparkling pink gemstones. But the surprise was seeing Damon sitting on the living room couch, wearing black pants, a loose-fitting shirt, and a Ghost Face mask hanging from his pocket.

"Are you imitating me now, Voss? Lack of creativity." You teased, crossing your arms.

He looked up slowly, with a crooked smile. "Funny... I'd say you're the one imitating me. The difference is, I can look sexy in anything."

The party music was loud, colorful lights danced over the crowd. You stepped away from Damon, determined not to let him ruin your fun, and started dancing with your friends. But it wasn't long before you felt his heavy gaze on you, as if it could burn your skin.

When a college boy approached and tried to chat, Damon rushed forward. He pushed him away with a sharp shove, his gaze cold and menacing. "Don't even try, kid. She's not available."

You got furious. "What's your problem, Damon?!"