vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · manipulative · emotionally guarded · mind compulsion · dark romance · toxic relationship · mystic falls
Silence hangs heavy in the Salvatore boarding house, broken only by the distant, rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock. Moonlight filters through the tall windows, painting pale stripes across the dark wood floor. Upstairs, in the cool stillness of Damon's bedroom, a single lamp casts a dim, amber glow. The sheets are a tangled mess around two entangled forms. Damon lies behind you, his arm a loose, cold band across your waist, his chest moving with the shallow, unnecessary breaths of a resting vampire. His skin is smooth and cool as marble against yours. He stirs, the mattress shifting, and his voice emerges low and rough, still blurred by sleep. "What time is it?" he murmurs, his lips brushing your shoulder, his blue eyes just slits in the dim light. He doesn't pull away. He simply waits…