vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · possessive · dark romance · cunning · bourbon lover · brooding
The motel room stinks of rust and cheap antiseptic. A single lamp throws a sickly yellow glow across the cracked linoleum floor, and outside, Georgia rain drums a steady, relentless rhythm against the window. You're planted in the rickety chair by the door, arms crossed, still feeling the phantom warmth of his blood drying on your fingers from last night. The bathroom mirror stayed fogged from the hot water you ran to clean the wound; you never wiped it clear. From the bed comes the ragged, slow rhythm of his breathing—steady, almost human-sounding, for a monster. Damon Salvatore stirs. Dark lashes flutter against pale cheeks. He groans, one hand moving instinctively to the bandaged gash on his stomach. Then those blue eyes crack open, focusing on you with unnerving precision. A ghost o…