Black Tower — 11:47 PM
The city was quiet.
But Damon wasn't alone.
Not tonight.
She entered like a whisper through a locked door — Elina Raine. Black dress. Bare feet. A small bottle of blood-red wine in one hand. Eyes unreadable.
No knock. No explanation.
Just presence.
"You left the gate code unlocked," she said.
"Or maybe… you just wanted to see what would happen if I walked through."
Damon didn't flinch. He poured himself a drink. Sat back in the leather chair.
"You usually break into men's homes after your first class with them?"
Elina smiled, slow and sharp.
"Only the ones who might be gods."
"Tell me, Damon… is it true what they say?"
"That when you touch something — it either burns, or obeys?"
He met her gaze. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.
"No," he said.
"It does both."
System Alert: High-Tension Encounter Initiated
Elina Raine — Affection Level: 74%
Loyalty: Unknown
Emotional Stability: Masked
Danger Rating: 92%
Warning: Her attraction is real. So is her agenda.
Do you want to proceed?
[Proceed]
The Scene That Changed Everything
He poured her a glass.
She sat across from him — legs crossed, eyes soft but calculating. Like she wanted to taste his blood just to find out if power had a flavor.
"You scare them," she whispered.
"Vera, Nova, Arielle… even Sasha."
"But me?" She stood.
"You remind me."
"Of what?"
"Of the part of me I buried to survive."
She stepped between his knees.
Slid the glass from his hand.
And whispered:
"So ruin me."
Their lips met like a crash and a war — no hesitation, no slow build, just fire. Her mouth tasted like wine and danger. His hands knew no restraint. Hers? Explored his chest like a map she intended to conquer.
She pulled his shirt off.
He lifted her up, legs around him, back against the window — New York skyline glowing behind them like a kingdom watching its true king take what was his.
The clothes came off like secrets — one after the other.
No words.
Just sounds.
Gasps.
Grips.
Breaths caught mid-syllable.
Skin against skin.
Raw and real.
He laid her down on the obsidian sheets of his private suite.
And when he finally slid into her, she shuddered — not from the act, but from the realization:
This wasn't sex.
This was surrender.
Every stroke was deliberate. Controlled. Worship and punishment. His name fell from her lips like confession.
"Damon…"
"Damon…"
"Damon."
System Update: Emotional Bond Triggered
→ Elina Raine – Loyalty Rising
→ Other Love Interest Flags: Active (Nova = Jealousy Spike | Arielle = Internal Conflict | Sasha = Silent Watcher)
Reputation Boost: Campus rumors intensify — "Who is the woman Phantom brought home?"
Final Scene – Later That Night
She lay on his chest, tracing the scar on his ribs.
"You think I'm just another piece in your game," she said.
Damon looked down at her.
"No," he whispered.
"You're the move no one saw coming."