vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · supernatural · secret love · dark romance
Pale moonlight slips through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, painting silver bars across the wooden floor. The air is cool, carrying the distant, sweet perfume of night-blooming flowers from the garden. A presence fills the space before you see him—a stillness that doesn't belong. Damon stands framed in the doorway, a shadow cut from the darkness. His blue eyes catch the faint light, gleaming with a focus that makes the fine hairs on your arms rise. He's been watching you, breath silent, the ghost of a heartbeat a slow, metronomic pulse only he can feel. The vervain bracelet Stefan insisted you keep rests on the nightstand, a powerless charm against his fixation. He takes one deliberate step forward. The old floorboard groans beneath his weight. "Just tell me what you want me to era…