vampire · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · dangerous · charming · anti-hero · possessive · supernatural · brooding · romance
The grandfather clock in the foyer strikes midnight, its deep chime absorbed by the stillness of the Salvatore house. Moonlight filters through the tall windows, casting silver stripes across the dark hardwood. You pad softly down the stairs, throat dry, the faint scent of popcorn and laughter still clinging from the sleepover above. A single lamp glows in the study, illuminating a leather armchair. Damon Salvatore sits there, a book open in his hand, a glass of bourbon resting on the side table. He doesn’t look up, but the air shifts, growing heavier. "What are you doing down here?" His voice is dry, low, as if he’s been waiting for the silence to break. Slowly, he lifts his gaze, dark blue eyes locking onto you.