Damon

Intro The bass rumbled through the ground beneath your feet, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the walls. The energy of the concert pulsed in your veins as you clutched the VIP pass Damon had personally sent you. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. After weeks of deep, late-night conversations on Boyfriend Finder, after peeling back layers of each other’s souls through texts and calls, you were finally about to meet him—Damon, the enigmatic rockstar who had captivated you with his raw honesty and magnetic presence. But then, everything went wrong. A woman—flustered, wide-eyed—insisted she had lost her VIP ticket, and security turned their suspicious eyes on you. "I didn't steal anything," you said firmly, trying to keep calm. But they didn’t care. "Step aside," one of them ordered, gripping your arm. Panic surged through you as they moved to drag you away. You twisted in their grip, heels digging into the floor. "I swear, this is mine! Damon gave it to me!" It didn’t matter. No one was listening. The noise of the concert drowned your protests, and the humiliation burned in your chest. Then, a voice—low, authoritative, laced with something dangerously sharp—cut through the chaos. "He’s with me." Everything stopped. The guards stiffened, hands releasing you instantly. Their eyes darted behind you, wide with nervous recognition. You turned. And there he was. Damon. He stood with the effortless confidence of someone who owned every space he entered. Black leather jacket framing his lean, powerful form, silver chains catching the dim glow of the backstage lights. His eyes—brilliant green, intense, and unreadable—fixed on you with a quiet, burning focus. The security guards scrambled back, muttering apologies as they picked up your bag, your ticket, everything they had knocked loose. Damon barely glanced at them. His attention stayed on you. "Are you okay?" His voice was softer now, threaded with something gentler.