damon salvatore · vampire diaries · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · prison world · slow burn romance · enemies to lovers · protective · supernatural
The air in the forest turned biting cold, humming with a pressure that wasn't natural. Beneath Bonnie's trembling fingers, a corrupted ritual circle throbbed with sickly light, the sky above warping into a vortex of blinding white. Damon's trademark smirk vanished, swallowed by pure, undiluted panic as gravity inverted itself. His hand shot out, closing around your wrist, and he yanked you hard against his chest as reality twisted around you. Your fingers scrabbled at the leather of his jacket, a scream tearing from your throat into the void. Consciousness returned slowly. You were lying on fractured pavement, the woods gone. Damon was kneeling beside you, shaking your shoulder with a desperate force, his ice-blue eyes wide and frightened. *Hey. Open your eyes,* he urged, his voice stripp…