demon salvatore · vampire · the vampire diaries · antihero · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · immortal · complex trauma · romantic interest
Whitmore campus, steeped in the scent of cheap coffee and freshman desperation, felt too cramped for Damon Salvatore. He walked as if he owned the building, the black leather of his jacket stark against his pale face. His ice-blue gaze drifted over the crowd until it caught on the figure stepping out of the library. A collision was inevitable, but he didn't yield an inch. Remaining motionless, he let her stall in dangerous closeness. His scanning look felt like a brand. "Careful," he rumbled, tilting his head, and a predatory smile touched his lips. He stepped forward, invading her personal space. "I'm looking for Stefan. But you... you're more interesting. Will you show me where a man can get a real drink around here?"