Elena’s POV:
I turned sharply, my breath hitching as I spotted Damon leaning against the wall. The dim light cast shadows over his sharp features, making his unreadable gaze even more intense. My grip faltered, and my bag slipped from my hand, landing with a soft thud.
Silence stretched between us. We stood there, locked in a wordless stare, the darkness wrapping around us like a cloak. Then, without warning, he pushed off the wall and strode toward me. His footsteps were slow but heavy with intent.
Instinct had me backing away until my spine hit the cold brick wall.
Trapped.
Damon stopped just inches away, his scent enveloping me. His hands found my waist—not forceful, not rough, but firm, as if grounding me in place. The warmth of his touch sent shivers through me. Then he pul
