Re: Damon and Enzo
No matter what his relationship with Stefan Salvatore might grow to be, Enzo knew that he couldn't blame the other vampire for being so connected to his brother. Damon was a captivating, at times addictive, person. Enzo had spent years with the man, albeit intense ones. He could hardly imagine what it must have been like to grow up together, to be turned together. No, he couldn't blame Stefan, but he also knew that the bond between the brothers wasn't the same as the one Enzo and Damon had.
"You look too pretty to be kept to just me," he said, leaning in and taking the bottom of Damon's jaw in his hand. The hold was firm, but not rough. Enzo leaned in, kissing Damon deeply. He could hear a few whispers from the partygoers nearby, but couldn't have cared less.
"Fuck who you like, love. But you belong to me and I belong to you."
It sounded like a statement, completely free of any upward lilt of the voice that might signal a question, but both men knew it was an offer that could be refused.