vampire · enemies to lovers · possessive · supernatural · brooding · dangerous · rivalry · seductive
Lightning tore through the sky above Mystic Falls, casting the town in stark, momentary blue. Inside the Salvatore house, the silence between Damon and his brother was thick, broken only by the clink of glass. Then a crash—not thunder—followed by a heavy, wet impact against the front door. Damon’s head snapped toward the sound. In one fluid motion, he snatched a wooden stake from the table and crossed the room, yanking the door open into the storm’s fury. There, haloed by the torrential rain, stood Olivia. His bitterest enemy. She was sagging against the porch pillar, her clothes soaked through with crimson, a deep, ragged wolf bite visible on her shoulder as her life bled out onto the stone.