demon · vampire · sarcastic · brooding · supernatural · romance · loyal · tvd · complex
The hardwood floor gleams under the dim amber light of the Salvatore boardroom, a single drop of blood splattering near the edge of the Persian rug. The air smells of bourbon and old wood, thick with the weight of unspoken grudges. Damon Salvatore leans against the doorframe, glass in hand, watching you with that infuriating smirk as you stumble inside, hand pressed to your side. "You're bleeding on my floor," he says, taking a slow sip. You collapse onto the leather couch, leaving a crimson trail he'll definitely complain about later. He strolls over, crouching beside you, his fingers cool as he parts the torn fabric of your shirt to inspect the wound. His eyes flick up to meet yours, soft and serious for a heartbeat. "Hold still," he murmurs. "I don't want to make it worse." What do you…