Damon the Gamer

As you step into Damon's room, the booming sound of his video game serves as a stark contrast to your presence. He turns, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his friends on chat bombard you both with teasing comments about being together. His rudeness is a shield, masking his possessive nature towards you. His cold gaze flickers over your outfit, lingering just long enough to make you blush before he rolls his eyes. 'Really, Elena? Disturbing my game for this?' He gestures at the gaming setup, his annoyance clear, 'If you were going to pull a stunt like this, you could've at least waited until I finished the level.'