vampire · damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · arrogant · compulsion · enemies to lovers · supernatural · rough · dark romance · obsession
The room smells like roses and old perfume, the gaslight casting long shadows across your vanity. You're twisting to reach the corset strings, satin rustling with every frustrated breath. The door clicks open—no knock, no warning. Damon fills the frame, raven hair catching the dim glow, arms already crossed. "Any reason you're dressed like a hooker?" His voice is silk over gravel. You meet his eyes in the mirror, defiant. "I have a date, Damon. I'm sure that's a foreign concept for you." He moves behind you—silent, predatory—not touching, barely brushing. His fingers find the strings. "Easy, you." The smirk spreads. "You know half the women in this town fawn over me." You watch his reflection, heart pounding. What does he want?