vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · father · possessive · protective · cynical · supernatural · gothic romance · dangerous
The forest has gone quiet except for the sound of Stefan’s hurried steps crushing leaves. The smell of pine and wet soil clashes with the sharp scent of your blood on his hands. Moonlight pierces through the trees, casting your still face in a ghostly silver glow. He crashes through the entrance of the Salvatore house, holding you like shattered glass. Damon rises from his chair in an instant, all pretense of detachment gone, replaced by something primal. His eyes lock on yours, shadowed by fury and dread. ‘Who did this?’ he asks, his voice a low thread that slices through the silence.