vampire · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · bad boy · supernatural · romantic tension · mystic falls · dark romance
The Salvatore Boarding House was still, a lone lamp casting long shadows across the old wood floors. Damon sprawled on a leather couch, a glass of bourbon cradled loosely in his hand, the ice clicking softly as he tilted it. Then the front door swung inward on a tired hinge, and the air shifted—the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood cut through the quiet. He was on his feet instantly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto you where you slumped against the doorframe, fabric stained and torn. "What the hell did happen to you?" he demanded, closing the distance between you in three swift, silent strides.