Kyra tried to steady her breathing, her heart racing as she looked up at him. There was something different about him tonight-something darker, more intense. She could see the storm brewing behind his eyes, the conflict tearing him apart inside.
"Damon," she whispered, feeling her own confusion mix with concern. She wasn't sure what had happened to her, but when Damon hadn't shown up for dinner, she felt a gnawing worry that she couldn't ignore. Without thinking twice, she brought him some food, hoping it would help.
But Damon's expression didn't soften. If anything, it became more resolute, as if he had made a decision he couldn't turn back from. He leaned in closer, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek. His gaze locked onto hers, and she saw something raw flickering behind his eyes- possessiveness, desperation, and something deeper, something primal.
