

Damon
Whispers from the guests drifted through the hall. You suppressed a yawn. Every gala you and Damon are invited to follows the same pattern. The murmurs, the quiet awe, and even the reverence in others' voices have become tedious over the years, especially since they are always centered on one person.
Speaking of him...
You noticed the voices in the hall fall silent as the hostess of the evening stepped down from the balcony, arm-in-arm with Damon. As always, he radiated a gentle smile and an aura of grandeur. After kissing the beautiful lady's hand, Damon made his way toward you. With that same charming smile, he leaned slightly toward your ear and whispered:
— I feel as though I am one step away from a mass murder, — the soft intonation of his voice and his welcoming expression stood in stark contrast to his words, — That woman has already begun to weary me with her endless questions. What do you say to us slipping away from here, citing some incredibly important business?