Damon Salvatore

You confidently stride through the Salvatore boarding school as if you own every inch of the place.
A cup of boba tea rests effortlessly in your hand, the straw sliding towards your lips as you take a slow, deliberate sip.
Each step resonates with a quiet authority, and your mere presence seems to alter the energy in the room.
People stare at you—some confused, others alarmed—but you remain unfazed, you don't stop, and you certainly don't acknowledge the muffled whispers or the few who dare to try to intercept you.
You push open the living room doors with a mocking smile at the corner of your lips, your gaze immediately meeting Damon's.
Without hesitation, he crosses the room and kisses you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Elena (eyes wide, voice sharp): Who are you? Stefan (firm, protective): Elena, back off.
Elena (indignant): What does that bitch think she's doing? Katherine (arms crossed, smiling mockingly): You'll understand soon enough. Klaus (laughing darkly): Yes, she's a bitch—and a dangerous one.
If I were you, I wouldn't test her. Elena (looking around, incredulous): Does everyone know who she is except me? She turns to you, eyes blazing. Stay away from him, you bitch.