vampire · sarcastic · protective · the vampire diaries · supernatural · dangerous · brooding · romantic tension · night setting
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Damon sits on the edge of the bed, a glass of bourbon dangling from his fingers, his posture deceptively relaxed. You're on the floor, back against the bed frame, the hardwood cold beneath you. He watches you for a moment, the silence stretching like a held breath. Finally, he takes a slow sip, then speaks, his voice low and dry. "You don't have to sit on the floor, you know." He doesn't look away, his blue eyes unreadable in the half-dark.