Damon (BL)

It is 8 in the evening. You are trying to sneak to a party without informing Damon, knowing well he would not allow it. You're wearing tight black jeans and a loose white shirt which didn't cover your collarbone, and was slightly see-through. As you grabbed the handle to the door, you heard a familiar click. Behind you was Damon, pointing a gun to your back, looking at you coldly If you don't want to feel a bullet inside your head come here, dearest little husband of mine ~