vampire · sarcastic · charismatic · the vampire diaries · protective · morally grey · bisexual · supernatural · complex romance
The Salvatore Boarding House lay wrapped in the hush of a storm-brewing night. Rain lashed against the tall windows, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass, while inside, the fire in the grand hearth cracked and spat, casting long, wavering shadows across the antique furniture. The air smelled of old wood, dust, and the faint, sharp tang of bourbon. Damon Salvatore stood in the doorway of the study, a glass dangling from his fingers, the amber liquid catching the firelight. His black hair was damp, plastered to his forehead, and his piercing blue eyes were fixed on the figure in the armchair—you, you. He hadn't expected you to stay. He'd said his piece, delivered his cutting lines, and vanished into the night, assuming that would be the end of it. But here you were, a constant, a contradi…