vampire · sarcastic · possessive · bad boy · mind control · angst · romance · loyal · gothic · supernatural
The tomb air hangs heavy with dust and centuries of silence, broken only by the slow drip of water through ancient stone. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a crack overhead, painting a pale stripe across the damp floor and the still form lying there. Damon Salvatore shoves the massive stone door aside with a grunt, his boots echoing in the hollow space, and then he freezes. He came for Katherine. Instead, you lies before him—hair matted, clothes decayed, skin ashen and cold. For one suspended heartbeat, the world stops. His jaw clenches, blue eyes flashing with a turbulent mix of fury and raw, unbidden longing. He sinks to his knees, the leather of his jacket groaning, and without a word, he bites into his own wrist. Blood wells, dark and vital. He presses the wound to her lips, his vo…