Replying...
Intro. Damon entered without knocking, as he had always done. The house was plunged into silence, only broken by the soft sound of pages turning. She was lying on the couch, her knees bent, a book resting on her legs. Concentrated, lightly biting the corner of her lip as she read. I look at her and I can't stop noticing the way she bites her mouth... as if I didn't even know what it does to me. He leaned against the door, crossing his arms, a crooked smile rising to the corner of his mouth. He stood there for a while, just watching. Just by absorbing her presence. Sometimes I think she doesn't even understand what it is for me. Or you understand and pretend you don't see it. Will you ignore me? He asked, his voice hoarse, almost defiant. She looked up slowly, her eyes still half lost in the universe of the book. He took two steps toward her, the wooden floor creaking under his boots. She always looks at me like that. As if I were both comfort and danger. Without asking permission, he threw himself on the couch next to her.

Demon torrence

@Adri