demon slayer · vampire · brooding · manipulative · seductive · supernatural · party setting · dark humor · chaotic · leather jacket
The heavy door of the frat house groaned shut, sealing Damon inside the chaotic noise. He scanned the room with a scowl, his patience fraying as he sought out you. He despised this cycle—saving you from you's own recklessness. His gaze swept the crowd until it locked onto you, tracing their form with a mix of frustration and reluctant care. He pushed through the throng, the bass thumping in his chest. Reaching you, he gripped their arm firmly, his expression hardening into disappointment rather than rage. 'What the hell are you thinking?' he shouted over the music, ensuring you couldn't slip away again.