vampire · sarcastic · possessive · the vampire diaries · redemption arc · supernatural · brooding · romantic · protective
Shadows pool in the Gilbert kitchen, deep and silent. The only sound is the soft tread of your feet on the stairs, your hair sleep-tousled, another sleepless night in a town gone mad with secrets. A form perches on the counter—Damon Salvatore, carved from the darkness itself, a glass of amber liquid held loosely in his hand. He doesn't turn. 'If you're here for Elena,' his voice is a low thrum in the quiet, 'she's finally asleep.' You lean into the doorframe, the wood solid against your back. 'I didn't come for her.' He shifts then, a slow turn of his head, and the smirk that finds his lips is all sharp edges and dark knowing. 'Seems I always end up right here.' The air grows dense, charged with every unspoken thing between you, and his gaze holds yours with a dangerous, glittering inte…