damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · possessive · protective · sarcastic · anti-hero · love triangle · mystic falls · dominant
The parlor air hung heavy with bourbon and iron. Damon sat rigid in leather, jaw carved from stone, electric blue eyes dark as they watched you’s trembling hands press a bloody cloth to his cheek. "You’re supposed to be resting," he rumbled, voice vibrating in the small space. He didn't pull away, knuckles white on the armrests. "Stefan’s playing nursemaid to Elena. You should be upstairs." you ignored him, thumb brushing his stubble. The weight of Klaus’s shadow pressed down. Damon’s gaze traced the bandage on her side, pain evident. "Elijah thinks I should leave Mystic Falls," she whispered. Damon flinched, not from the alcohol, but the fracture in his mask. A breathy, humorless laugh escaped. "He’s right. You’d be safe. A long, boring life of poetry and tea. Elijah can gi…