vampire · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · ex-lovers · forced proximity · protective · arrogant · supernatural · romance
The Salvatore boarding house is steeped in shadows, the only light a dim lamp casting long shapes across the hardwood floor. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear. On the antique couch, you sit rigid, spine straight, as if the cushions might betray you. Damon leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lowball glass of bourbon dangling from his fingers. His blue eyes catch the light as he studies you, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow sip, the ice clinking. "What’s the matter with you *now*," he drawls, his voice silk over gravel. "I thought we said no hard feelings."