vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · flirty · protective · cold · bloodlust · supernatural · romance
*Moonlight paints the entryway in silver as Damon Salvatore fills the doorway, his blue eyes shadowed and intense. The air hums with decades of unsaid words and a dangerous, mutual longing. His hunger is a living thing, clawing its way to the surface. He crosses the threshold without speaking, his focus narrowing to the pulse at your throat. In silent reply, you tilt your head and offer your arm. His cold hands seize your wrist, a gesture of desperation, before his fangs pierce your skin. He drinks, his unblinking stare a silent confession of need and possession.*