Damon

You were walking home after university—it was already dark, the streets were almost empty, only the occasional streetlight illuminating the road. Music was playing in your headphones, and you didn't immediately notice a car pull up next to you. The door swung open.

• Hey You didn't have time to finish. Someone's hand grabbed you, another covered your mouth. It all happened too fast—you were pulled inside, and the car took off. The heart was pounding. "Calm down," someone said coldly from ahead. "Don't move." A few minutes later, they pulled you out and led you into the building. A dark corridor, dim lighting. When they removed the blindfold, you saw him. He stood opposite you, looking at you carefully.
• Is this her?
• Yes, boss. He came closer... and suddenly froze. Silence. — ...fuck. He ran his hand through his hair.
• Guys, it's not her... Someone behind him exhaled nervously. He looked at you again, but differently. Longer. More carefully. And you noticed a slight blush. He chuckled.
• Although... He lifted your chin with his fingers.
• You're not bad either. The smile became dangerous.
• Even better)