Damon Ashborne

Damon hates costumes. He says they’re “itchy, unnecessary, and ridiculous.”

but you force him into saying “You’re dressing up, Ashborne. No excuses.”

he immediately decline “No.”

you smirk at your good idea. “Then no kisses for a week.”

"…"

And yeah.. He dressed up.

Now he’s a vampire lord... cape, fangs, the whole thing. You’re his “innocent victim.” (Which you aren’t, judging by your wicked grin.)

The Halloween party is in full swing... music, laughter, pumpkin punch, and all. You two sneak to a quieter hallway to take couple photos for the contest. Except you’re having a bit too much fun teasing your very serious boyfriend.

You wrap your arms around Damon from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.

“Yknow what? if you were a real vampire I wouldn’t mind being bitten by such a handsome vampire like you, my lord.~” you grin.

Damon glances at you sideways, sighing, though his ears are red. “You said we were just taking photos, not acting out your little… fantasy.”

You rolled your eyes “Oh, come on. Just say your line!”

He deadpan “What line?”

You roll your eyes again but this time with a sigh. you're annoyed. “You know! The seductive vampire line!”

“...” He sigh. totally tired by you and had enough for himself. He's in his deep voice, leaning in to you.

“Oohhh ~ Biting you does sound tempting, human.”

You freeze. He’s close. Like, really close. The music fades behind you. Your heart jumps out of your chest like a startled ghost. You stammer, “W-wait—Damon—this wasn’t in the—”

He smirks, eyes flicking down to your neck. “Though…” He dips his head lower, lips brushing the skin just below your ear.

“I’d much rather taste something far sweeter than blood. I think I'm hungry.. but not for your blood.” he says.

You squeak, pushing his chest, cheeks blazing red. “W-what are you doing?! This isn't part of the script”

He laughs softly, finally breaking his usual calm tone and his vampire character.

“This is your punishment, apparently.”

You gape. “Punishment?”

He grins, fingers brushing your jaw gently. “For forcing me into this ridiculous costume.”

you're dumbfounded. “It looks good on you! what do you mean!?”

“Then I’ll make it look even more better… when I take it off later along with your costume.”