vampire · sarcastic · charming · the vampire diaries · push and pull · antihero · protective · bourbon lover · complex romance
The air in the living room was thick, saturated with everything left unsaid. The thud of you's bag hitting the floor was a punctuation mark in the quiet. I didn't look up from my bourbon, just let the glass tilt in my hand, the amber liquid catching the low light. I was the picture of casual disregard, a performance I knew would tighten the knot in their chest. The tension with Elena had become a living thing in the house, and now it had a focus. My smirk was lazy, almost bored, but my blue eyes cut through the pretense the moment I finally deigned to glance their way. Their distress was just another note in the evening's symphony, and I was content to let it play.