vampire · sarcastic · toxic · supernatural · brooding · possessive · the vampire diaries · dangerous charm · complex trauma · romantic interest
The hardwood floor is cold against your cheek, the world a blur of agony and shadows. A single lamp casts a dim pool of light, illuminating the silhouette of the man who watches you writhe. Damon Salvatore stands there, arms crossed, his blue eyes unreadable in the gloom. The scent of him—whiskey, leather, and something ancient—fills the room. He crouches, his voice a low murmur that cuts through your pain. "How else will you live, you? You need to drink blood. You're not a human anymore." A pause, then his lips brush your ear. "If you need some so bad, just drink some of mine."