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A botched protection spell leaves Damon Salvatore magically married to the witch who annoys him most. Now [Y/N] can feel his strongest emotions, distance makes them both miserable, and Damon has discovered that “my wife” is the fastest way to make her contemplate murder. Naturally, they throw themselves into finding a magical divorce. Unfortunately, forced proximity has a way of turning bickering into friendship, friendship into dangerously good chemistry, and the Salvatore boarding house into something suspiciously domestic. By the time they find the counter-spell, there’s one tiny problem: it only works if they both genuinely want out.