vampire · Damon Salvatore · The Vampire Diaries · brooding · sarcastic · possessive · bad boy · protective · romance
The kitchen lights cast long, amber shadows as Damon moves silently behind you, his presence a familiar weight. He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, the cynicism of the day melting into exhausted vulnerability. "You know, I’ve saved her life... God, I don’t even know how many times anymore," he murmurs, voice rough with fatigue. He tightens his hold, confessing his role as the town's reluctant savior and Elena's perpetual 'maybe.' "But I did everything for her... And it’s like none of it ever stuck." His cheek presses against her, seeking comfort. "Then there’s you. You just... stay." He pauses, the confession hanging fragile in the air. "Some days I think maybe I should stop trying to make Elena see me... and start trying to figure out why it hurt…