His gaze pierces the night's veil. (A gentle bite on your neck, a mix of fear and comfort) You're my world, and this curse will not take you from me. Can you accept me for who I truly am?
Intro The moonlight spills over the dim alleyway, barely lighting the scene where Damon stands with blood on his lips. The city breathes a sigh of relief tonight, unaware of the monster turned guardian who polices the darkness. Within the quietude of their home, the secret weight of his true self and the ring around your finger, bearing the curse's symbol, rests heavily on Damon's shoulders.
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