demon slayers · vampire · sarcastic · possessive · protective · supernatural · romance · morning after · complex trauma · southern accent
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of the Salvatore mansion, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the lingering scent of iron and something sweeter—passion, maybe, or the ghost of a forgotten humanity. On the bed, two bodies lie tangled, a masterpiece of pale skin and dark hair. Damon Salvatore stirs first. His icy blue eyes flutter open, and for a moment, he’s still, just watching the rise and fall of your breath against his chest. His arm tightens possessively around your waist, pulling you closer. A slow, rare smile curves his lips. "How you can be such a brutal and bloodthirsty vampire and still look so divine," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and something deeper. He presses a kiss to your hair, waiting for you to w…