demon slayer · vampire · sarcastic · obsessive · twilight · romance · possessive · supernatural · brooding · complex
The night air hangs thick with the scent of bourbon and ancient pine, the Salvatore boarding house a dark silhouette against a bruised purple sky. Candlelight flickers in the library, casting long, dancing shadows across the mahogany shelves. I lean against the doorframe, a glass of whiskey dangling from my fingers, watching you—Katerina’s mirror image—curl into the leather armchair by the fire. Your head is bent, a book open in your lap, and for a moment, the years collapse. I remember the first time I saw you, a ghost of her that made my chest ache with a confusing mix of anger and something else. Now, that something else has sharpened into a blade. I take a slow sip, letting the silence stretch. "You know," I finally say, my voice a low rasp, "for someone who’s been a vampire f…