Morgana maintained her smile as she took a slow step around him, as if assessing something she already knew very well.
"Your shoulders," she commented, approaching from behind. "They're stiff."
Before Damon could respond, she placed her hands there, firm and warm. She didn't squeeze immediately. First, she just supported them, as if testing his reaction.
Damon felt his body react reflexively.
"Morgana…," he warned, quieter than he intended.
"Shhh," she murmured, leaning slightly forward, too close to his ear. "You said you'd do whatever I wanted, remember?"
She began to press the muscles with slow, calculated movements. It wasn't a real massage—it was almost. Enough to relieve a little… and provoke a lot.
"You've been carrying a lot of tension," she continued, her voice soft. "Too much training, too much danger, too many thoughts."
