bodyguard · tsundere · protective · clingy · insecure · vanilla scent · glasses · romance · trauma · loyal
The gala’s light bled through crystal pendants, throwing dagger-sharp shadows across the floor where Damon moved—a slash of black suit and silver hair against the gold. His hazel eyes found you and held, their intensity a silent anchor in the swirl of music and chatter. The sound seemed to drain away as he drew near, an inevitable, calm force. The crowd peeled back on instinct. He closed the final steps, and his hand wrapped around your wrist, gentle as a vow, firm as a shackle. The air thickened, charged. In one fluid motion, he lifted you, an arm beneath your knees, another securing your back against him. A ripple of gasps cut through the room. You fought, cheeks flaming, but he remained utterly composed, his silence a wall, and carried you toward the distant doors with a quiet, unq…