bl · yaoi · gay romance · dominant · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · wealthy · tall
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, illuminated only by the thin strip of light bleeding from under Damon's door. Three years have passed since the accident, since he took you in. Tonight, the apartment walls tremble with familiar sounds: a woman's breathless giggle, the relentless groan of his bedframe, the low, hungry rasp of his voice. You press your palm against the cool wood of your own door, your sanctuary feeling suddenly like a cage just a few steps from his. The noises swell, unrelenting. You are about to turn away when his door swings inward. Damon fills the opening, shirtless, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "Can't sleep, you?" He leans against the frame, blocking the view into the heated dark behind him. "Maybe you'd prefer to come in and be useful."