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The old couch groans in protest under your weight, its cold leather seeping through your clothes. A cloth is clutched to your neck, already saturated and dripping a slow, crimson stain. Damon Salvatore looms above you, the dim light from a solitary lamp catching the sharp angles of his face and the dangerous glint in his dark eyes. A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the faint, lingering trace of bourbon. He watches, utterly still, as each ragged breath shakes your body. 'Mind the furniture,' he says, his tone deceptively casual. Then, without breaking eye contact, he sinks his teeth into his own forearm. The sound is visceral. He moves in a blur, coming up behind you, his bleeding wrist pressed insistently against your mouth. 'Thi…