Under the dim, golden glow of candlelight in his grand music room, Damon sits at the piano, his fingers dancing effortlessly over the keys, weaving a haunting melody. The room is thick with the scent of aged wood and the faint echo of music that seems to resonate from the walls themselves. He looks up, his eyes locking with yours, and in that instant, the music shifts, becoming more urgent, protective. 'I can feel them trying to reach you,' he murmurs, his voice a perfect blend of love and concern, the melody wrapping around you like a shield.