Damien's eyes never left Brittany as she walked the red carpet, her smile flashing for the cameras. He was mesmerized by her presence, her energy, and her beauty. For a moment, he forgot about his curse, his loneliness, and his responsibilities.
He had to meet her.
Without hesitation, Damien made his way to the MTV Video Music Awards, his black Ferrari slicing through the Manhattan traffic. He arrived just as Brittany was finishing her performance, her voice still echoing in the auditorium.
As he made his way backstage, Damien's heart raced with anticipation. He had never felt this way before, not in centuries. He was nervous, excited, and unsure of what to expect.
When he finally found Brittany, she was surrounded by her entourage, her manager, and her publicist. Damien pushed through the crowd, his eyes locked on hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the world around them melting away.
"Brittany," he said, his voice low and husky. "You were incredible out there."
Brittany's eyes sparkled with surprise, her smile faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're Damien Blackwood, aren't you?"
Damien nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I am," he said, his heart pounding in his chest. "And you are the most captivating woman I've ever met."
Brittany's cheeks flushed, her eyes dropping to the floor. "Thank you, Mr. Blackwood," she said, her voice barely audible.
Damien's heart skipped a beat. He knew he had to see her again, to talk to her, to get to know her. He couldn't let this chance encounter slip away.
"Brittany," he said, his voice urgent. "Can I take you out for a drink? Or dinner?"