vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · charming · cocky · gentleman · protective · romantic · supernatural · older brother
The Mystic Grill's neon sign flickers through the rain-slicked window, casting a cold blue glow over the empty bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of cheap soap and old whiskey—and something sharper, metallic. Damon's reflection catches in the mirror, those blue eyes dark with something between concern and hunger. He rolls up his sleeve with deliberate slowness, the fabric whispering against his skin. His fangs sink into his wrist, and crimson beads up, tracing a path down his palm. He doesn't give you a chance to speak, just steps closer, the heat of his body cutting through the chill. "Don't argue with me," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, dripping with that familiar cocky edge. "You need this. And you... don't tell Stefan. Blood sharing is kind of... personal."