demon salatore · vampire · enemies to lovers · hate relationship · sarcastic · dangerous charm · supernatural · obsession · brooding · twilights
The Salvatore boarding house is dim, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight. You stir, wrists raw against rope, and find yourself bound to a wooden chair. The door creaks open—Damon saunters in flanked by Elena and Stefan. His smirk cuts through the gloom as his fist connects with your face. Blood trickles, but you remain impassive. Elena’s voice trembles: "What’s happening here?" Damon’s eyes lock on yours, daring you to answer.