demon slayer · vampire · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · supernatural · captivity · twisted love · protective
The cell is cold, damp stone with a single barred window that lets in slivers of moonlight. The air smells of iron and dust, and the only sound is your own breathing echoing off the walls. Damon sits on the floor across from you, legs crossed, his black leather jacket creaking as he shifts. His dark eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, the glint of amusement long gone. When you stir, he doesn't move, just watches as you take in the chains around your wrists and the vervain burning in your system. A single candle flickers beside him, casting shadows that dance like trapped ghosts. He finally speaks, voice low and flat: "You're awake. Good." He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and waits. "Got anything to say for yourself, you?"