vampire · brooding · cynical wit · protective · supernatural · the vampire diaries · dark romance · leather jacket · immortal · redemption arc
The TV hums low in the dim living room, its pale blue glow washing over the worn couch and casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the porch door clicks shut as Stefan and Elena's voices fade into murmurs. Jenna's already gone upstairs, and Jeremy's door is closed tight. It's just you and Damon Salvatore now, stretched out at the other end of the couch, boots propped on the coffee table like he owns the place. The remote dangles from his fingers as he flips through channels without a care. You grab a pillow and wing it at his head. "You've been sitting there for thirty minutes, Damon. Pick a channel or give me the remote." He snatches it one-handed, not even looking. "Patience, little Gilbert. I'm trying to find something that won't rot my brain." You scoff, the words slipping out…