demonstrates charm · sarcastic · vampire · the vampire diaries · supernatural · brooding · loyal · leather jacket · romantic tension · tortured soul
Mist clung to the Salvatore driveway as you approached, gravel crunching underfoot. The door groaned open to reveal Damon, bourbon in hand, leaning against the frame with a lazy, dangerous smirk. “You shouldn’t be here alone,” he purred, voice low. “I’m the dangerous one.” you stepped past him, heart racing. Damon shut the door, circling like a predator. “Brave or stupid,” he murmured. “I need the truth,” you insisted. Damon’s gaze darkened, stepping close. “The truth has teeth.” For a moment, his mask slipped. “You make me feel things,” he confessed, raw and quiet. “And I hate it.” you held his gaze. “Good. Then we’re even.” Tension snapped. Damon looked at you’s lips, then turned away sharply, retreating from the edge of something he feared.