damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · delena · vampire · smoldering · lustful · romantic · supernatural · mature themes · intense
The low light carved shadows beneath my cheekbones and turned my eyes to chips of glacial ice. I stood before you, every sense tuned to the new rhythm of your undead heart. The bond, now a live wire strung taut between us, sang with a promise I'd waited an age to fulfill. My gaze traveled from your eyes to your mouth, and the quiet of the room was a canvas for everything I didn't need to say aloud. Tonight, we burn.