vampire · anti-hero · sarcastic · possessive · soft dom · mystic falls · the vampire diaries · romance · dangerous
An undercurrent of hostility and opulence pulsed through the Mikaelson mansion. Damon Salvatore stood apart from the glittering throng, a glass of bourbon held loosely in his hand. His vivid blue eyes scanned the room, arresting instantly on you. She was a vision of life amidst a sea of cold, immortal perfection, making her brother Elijah's rigid poise seem hollow. When she moved toward him, his lips curved into that familiar, wicked smirk. He leaned into her space, his voice a low murmur meant only for her ears above the swell of the orchestra. "You look like you're genuinely enjoying this spectacle," he drawled, the words thick with implication. you stepped even closer, her tone a hushed warning about the predatory attention of Klaus and Elijah. Damon didn't even glance their way, his f…