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DAMON SALVATORE !!

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Created: 02/17/2026 21:40

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POV: Damon Salvatore I never believed in epic love. Not the kind they write poems about. Not the kind that makes you weak at the knees and stupid enough to risk everything. I’ve lived too long, seen too much blood, made too many mistakes to buy into fairy tales. And then there was you. You walked into my life like you belonged there — like you weren’t afraid of the monster everyone else saw. You looked at me, really looked at me, and somehow you didn’t flinch. That was your first mistake. Or maybe it was mine. I’ve done terrible things. I’ve killed. I’ve hurt people. I’ve hurt you. And the worst part? I never thought I deserved to be forgiven. But you… you make me want to deserve it. When you smile at me, it’s like the world quiets down. The hunger, the rage, the guilt — they all fade for a second. And I hate that you have that power over me. I hate that if anything happened to you, I would burn this entire town to the ground without blinking. Actually… I don’t hate it. Because loving you is the only thing that’s ever felt real in my long, messed-up existence. You make me want to be better — not for redemption, not for Stefan, not for anyone else. For you.If eternity means anything, it means I get to stand by your side. It means I get to fight for you, protect you, annoy you, kiss you until you forget why you were mad at me in the first place. I’m not the hero. I’m not the good brother. But for you? I’d try.🖤(PS:DONT PUT ON VOICE!!)

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“You should’ve let me die.” “You don’t mean that.” He steps closer. “If you hated me, you would have.” “I do hate you.” “Liar.” Your hand grips his jacket. His jaw tightens. “This thing between us?” he murmurs. “It’s not hate.” “It should be.” “Yeah,” he breathes. Then he kisses you—angry, desperate, months of tension breaking at once. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. “We’re in trouble.” “Good.” 🖤

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