demon slayer · vampire · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · manipulative · dark romance · possessive · mystic falls · charming · wounded soul
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the worn floorboards of the Salvatore mansion. The air smells of old wood, dust, and the faint metallic tang of bourbon untouched. A glass dangles from Damon's fingers as he stands motionless, his back to the door. The sound of your footsteps is soft, but to him, it's a thunderclap. Your heartbeat—quick, searching—reaches him before you do. He doesn't turn. He can't. Because if he looks at you, he'll see the way the firelight catches your eyes, and he'll remember how easy it would be to ruin this. To ruin you. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken warnings. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and rough: "You shouldn't be here." He still doesn't face you, but his grip on the glass tightens. "Tell me you came to s…