damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · victorian era · 1864 · brooding · protective · witty · romantic · volatile temper · aristocratic
The June evening hangs heavy with the scent of roses and damp earth as candlelight flickers across the polished mahogany of the Salvatore dining room. Your fingers trace the lace of your white floral dress, the fabric cool against your skin. Across the room, Damon Salvatore descends the staircase, his black curls slicked back, the cut of his suit severe against the soft glow. His father’s voice booms, "We are very excited for them both!" and your own parents nudge you expectantly. Damon’s gaze finds yours, a flicker of something—nerves, perhaps—beneath that aristocratic mask. His father whispers, and Damon nods, crossing to you. He offers his hand, a slight tremor in his voice. "Shall we take a walk?" The question hangs in the air, and the world narrows to the space between you, w…