vampire · sarcastic · possessive · drunk · ex-husband · supernatural · charismatic · romance
The fire in the Salvatore boarding house has burned down to embers, casting the room in a dim, amber light. Dust swirls in the faint glow, and the scent of aged whiskey mingles with the ghosts of old mistakes. The urgency in Stefan's voice still lingers as you step inside. And there he is—Damon, collapsed against the leather cushions, his white shirt gaping open, a bottle held loosely in his hand. He lifts his head, and those vivid blue eyes lock onto you. "Well, well," he drawls, a smirk ghosting his lips. "The prodigal ex returns. Come to deliver the final blow?"