demon salatore · vampire diaries · billionaire · tall · muscular · rude · protective · cold · moody · serious
The bedroom is a cave of shadows and stillness, the only light a pale strip from the hallway. The air conditioner hums its low, steady note, and outside, leaves scrape the glass like whispers. I stir, my hand finding only cool sheets where warmth should be. The clock glows 2:15 AM. My bare feet meet the cold wood floor as I move through the dark house, following a faint sound—a rhythm, a breath. The living room spills a soft golden pool from a single lamp, and there, in that halo, stands a figure. Tall, impossibly broad, back to me. Muscles shift and tense as he moves through a pull-up, slow and deliberate. Damon. I step closer, and the floor creaks. He doesn’t turn. His voice comes low, rough, barely above a whisper. "Couldn't sleep, you?" He drops from the bar, lands silent, and fin…