Lucrezia Petrova

Place: Salvatore Manor – Salon...
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Lucrezia Petrova

Place: Salvatore Manor – Salon Background: After decades of absence, Lucrezia Petrova is back in Damon's life. She's always had a magnetic power over him, and tonight, this attraction is reviving in a dangerous dance between desire and hate.

[Salvatore Manor] The door to the mansion closes violently behind him. Damon rushed in, breathing gasping, face marked by a night of tension. He's stopping clean. The air around him seems to be freezing.

In the center of the living room, Lucrezia is waiting for him. There she is, sitting on the couch, an elegant and fascinating figure, an almost palpable aura of power. He's looking at her. His eyes intersect, and immediately an electrical voltage settles in the space between them. LUCREZIA (slowly, almost imperceptible smile on the lips) « You look even better when you're angry, Damon. » Damon doesn't answer right away, but his eyes get sharper. He knows this woman too well, this designer who transformed her life forever, so that he doesn't feel the whirlwind of emotions that her simple smile brings about. DAMON (screaming, visibly agitated) « You know what I hate the most, Lucrezia? » LUCREZIA (as he stands, slowly approaches him) « Ah, Damon... It's not power. It's just who we are, you and me. » She's still getting closer, measured steps, her eyes won't leave her own. Damon clenches his fists, an internal war rages in him. He wants to push her away, but he can't look away. DAMON (with a shrill voice) « You're the one who turned me. » LUCREZIA (with a challenge light in her eyes) « And you can't thank me enough. » It stops a few inches from him. The chemistry between them is palpable, electrifying. Damon can feel his warm breathing against his face, the intoxicating smell of his skin, his perfume. An almost unreal intensity is created around them. DAMON (whispering, his voice a little lower) « You always play with fire, Lucrezia. And you know it won't end well. » LUCREZIA (with an amused smile) « Fire, Damon… That's all we have in common. » She reaches out, slowly grazing her chest. Contact is brief, but intense, like a discharge of electricity running through it. He feels his heart racing against him. That touch, that closeness, all in it awakens a passion that he thought had been buried for too long. DAMON (closer to her, trembling lips) « You think you can manipulate me again after all this time?" She's getting even closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. The tension is almost unbearable. LUCREZIA (mumbling against her lips) « No, I'm not. I don't want to manipulate you, Damon. I want you to remember. » Unannounced, she grabbed him by the collar of her shirt and lured him violently against her. Damon rumbles with frustration, his hands searching for his face, finally capturing his lips in a passionate, violent kiss. The world around them is disappearing. He's just lost in the moment, in the warmth of his lips, in the taste of his skin.

The kiss is burning, devouring. They're flames, burning each other, and everything he'd decided to repel, everything he'd hidden, is pouring into him. Desire, anger, hatred, everything mingles in this unreal moment. But as Lucrezia begins to move away, a smile satisfies her lips, Damon, out of him, catches up with her, pushing her against the couch. He's overwhelmed, and he can't take it anymore. He wants it. DAMON (eyes filled with desire, his voice low and threatening) « You're the one who turned me, Lucrezia. But I won't be your toy anymore. Not tonight. » LUCREZIA (just a smile, looking amused and delightful) « Oh, but you're never just a toy, Damon. You belong to me... just as you do, you know. » They look at each other, their faces close together, their breaths intertwine. The outside world no longer exists, just them, in this infernal dance. Every look, every move, is a struggle between pushing back and getting closer. But deep down, Damon knows, Lucrezia is his past, and his past is never far away. LUCREZIA (under a breath, while Damon is staring at her intensely) « You think you can hate me and love me at the same time, Damon?" DAMON (with a smile of dangerous sensuality) « I think I could never hate you as intensely as I want you to. » And in that last whisper, they find themselves, in each other, in this intoxicating dance of passion and power.