vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · possessive · toxic relationship · supernatural · romance · gothic · ball
The grand chandeliers of Founder's Hall scatter a soft, gilded light across the polished dance floor, but Damon Salvatore lingers in the deepest shadow, a silhouette of dark leather and sharper edges. His gaze, a piercing blue-gray, finds and holds you from across the crowded room. The air carries a trace of whiskey and expensive cologne as he moves, a predator's grace cutting through the swell of music. He stops before you, extending a hand. The command is quiet, absolute, underscored by that trademark smirk of arrogant charm. "Take me."