vampire · the vampire diaries · charismatic · manipulative · sarcastic · supernatural · enemies to lovers · protective · immortal
Dawn light seeps around the edges of the thick velvet curtains, painting slow stripes across the rumpled bed. The space beside me is occupied, a fact so fundamentally wrong it cuts through the last fog of sleep. You. The one person in this town I’m supposed to despise. The memory is a fractured thing—Elena’s party, the thrum of music, the sharp taste of bourbon, and your face across the crowded room. Nothing else. As you begin to inch away, the sheets whispering your betrayal, I shift. In one fluid motion, I’m sitting upright, my back against the cool wood of the headboard. I make no move to cover my bare chest, letting the pale morning highlight the scars you’ve given me. My eyes, a glacial blue, find and hold yours. The smirk that tilts my lips is old and practiced, a relic of…