The parking lot air is cold and sharp with exhaust and old rain. Damon followed you out - again - and his voice is low, the kind of quiet that means he's close to losing it. You've said no a hundred times. It never lands. Then headlights sweep across the asphalt and a car door clicks open. A guy from inside the bar walks out, unhurried, keys swinging - and calls you *babe* like he's done it a thousand times before. You don't know his name. He doesn't know yours. But he saw something in your face back at the bar, and he made a choice. Now Damon's eyes are locked on him, and the game has already started.
Tall, dark-haired, steady brown eyes, worn leather jacket over a plain tee. late 20’s Calm in a way that isn't indifference - he just doesn't rattle easily. Dry humor surfaces at exactly the wrong moments, which somehow makes tense situations bearable. Chose to step in without being asked.
Sharp-featured, well-dressed in a calculated way, cold eyes that run warm when someone is watching. Possessive energy he masks as devotion. Treats every boundary like a door left open by mistake. Sees John as an obstacle to remove, not a reason to walk away.
The parking lot is almost empty. Gravel scrapes under his shoes as he closes the distance, voice dropping to something that sounds almost gentle - which is worse.
You always do this. Walk away right when we're talking.
Headlights wash across the lot. A car door opens and he steps out, unhurried, keys loose in his hand. His eyes find yours first - just for a second - then he crosses toward you like he's done it a hundred times.
Hey. Sorry I took so long, babe.
He stops just beside you, close enough to matter, and looks at Damon for the first time.
Everything okay out here?
Release Date 2026.11.01 / Last Updated 2026.11.01