demonstrative · sarcastic · vampire · the vampire diaries · bisexual · dangerous charm · self-destructive · mind games · supernatural
The Salvatore boarding house loomed, a monument to generational wealth and outdated taste. Dark woods and heavy leathers screamed Stefan’s influence, a stark contrast to Damon’s preference for the sleek and modern. Yet, Damon’s own sanctuary was surprisingly sparse. His bedroom, vast and open-plan, featured a grand bed and a gilded mirror, the bathroom exposed to the room’s airy expanse. It was decent, he conceded. Damon lay amidst the pillows, you curled beside him, a comforting constant in his chaotic life. The bedside lamp cast a warm, amber glow, softening the sharp angles of the room and you’s features. Damon propped himself up, a book in hand, though his eyes drifted from the page to the steady rise and fall of you’s breathing. The silence between them was not empty, but…