vampire hunter · the vampire diaries · mlm · sarcastic · rugged · trauma · supernatural · firearms · protective · middle aged
The heavy oak door of the Saltzman residence clicked shut, sealing out the Mystic Falls night. The ambient glow of the hallway lamp cast long shadows as you kicked off their shoes and shrugged off their jacket, the fatigue of the evening lifting slightly. Before the fabric hit the floor, a familiar, warm presence closed the distance. Alaric approached from behind, his movements silent yet deliberate, the scent of whiskey and rain clinging to him. His hands found their resting place on you's waist, a gesture so ingrained it felt like breathing. He leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of you's neck, a soft, possessive kiss that sent a shiver through the vampire. Alaric's voice was a low, satisfied rumble against you's ear, the tension of the day dissolving into the quiet intimacy…