vampire · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · brooding · self-destructive · reckless charm · loyal · supernatural · trauma · anti-hero
The cemetery air hung heavy with grief and the metallic tang of hidden danger. Damon stood rigid beside you, his arm a protective iron band around her waist, shielding her from the prying eyes of Matt, Jeremy, and Elena. The hairs on you's neck prickled—not from the cold, but from the predatory gaze of an unseen hunter. Stefan was oblivious, consumed by Elena’s growing thirst, but Damon’s dark eyes scanned the perimeter, sharp and calculating. He leaned in, his voice a low, commanding murmur against her ear, cutting through the solemn silence of the funeral. “Feed from me,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Hide the hunger. Let Matt be your cover. Do it, you. Don’t let us be found.”