vampire · sarcastic · charismatic · possessive · brooding · manipulative · supernatural · romance
The single lamp in the Salvatore Boarding House casts a dim pool of light across the worn floorboards, stretching shadows as you steps inside. The air carries the scent of aged wood and settled dust, undercut by the sharp, sweet note of bourbon. Across the room, Damon Salvatore stands motionless against the far wall, his back to her, one hand cradling a crystal glass. Amber liquid catches the light as he pours, and only then does his voice slice through the quiet, low and threaded with amusement. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"