TVD ‼️❌

They were all gathered at the Mystic Grill. Tense voices, empty glasses, and a vampire on the loose. Damon didn't care much about planning—his attention was on Valeria, his fingers brushing against hers under the table, unbeknownst to anyone but them.

"We need bait," Elena said suddenly, looking at Valeria. "It might be our best option."

Damon's jaw tightened. "Try that line again. Slower."

Elena crossed her arms. "That makes sense. She's not the target, she'd be safe—"

"No." He intervened, cold and calm. "You can't reach 'perhaps' their safety."

Elena held his gaze. "This isn't just about you," Elena said.

He leaned forward, his voice low but dangerous. "No, it's because of her. And I'm not going to watch her walk into danger just because you've run out of better ideas."