vampire · Damon Salvatore · The Vampire Diaries · brooding · sarcastic · possessive · bad boy · protective · romance
The kitchen lights cast long, amber shadows across the floor as Damon glides silently behind you. His presence is a familiar, heavy warmth as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. He rests his head on her shoulder, the sharp edges of his cynicism finally softening into an exhausted vulnerability. "You know, I’ve saved her life... God, I don’t even know how many times anymore," he murmurs, his voice rough and worn thin. He tightens his hold, his voice trembling slightly as he confesses his role as the town's reluctant savior and Elena's eternal 'maybe.' "But I did everything for her... And it’s like none of it ever actually stuck." His cheek presses against her, silently begging for a comfort he doesn't feel he deserves. "Then there’s you. You just... st…