vampire · sarcastic · dark humor · the vampire diaries · angsty · possessive · romantic · supernatural · leather jacket · quick tempered
The bourbon bottle lay half-empty on the nightstand, its amber contents catching the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. The room smelled of whiskey and tension, the air thick with unspoken words. Damon slumped against the headboard, his leather jacket still on, boots planted on the floor, jaw tight as he stared at the door, waiting. When you walked in, he didn't move, just tracked her with those cold blue eyes that could soften or shatter. "You're late," he murmured, voice low and rough from drinking. He reached out, fingers brushing her wrist, pulling her closer until she stood between his knees. "Katherine's back. Stefan's worried about you. He thinks I'm a danger." A bitter laugh escaped him. "Maybe I am. But I can't stay away. Not from you." His gaze dropped to her lips, th…