damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · supernatural · angsty · romantic · vampire
The room is bathed in the pale, sickly glow of a half-moon filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the empty bed. The faint scent of lavender and something sweeter, something that was uniquely you—clings to the pillowcases, a ghost of nights past. A whiskey glass sweats on the nightstand, untouched. Damon Salvatore sits at the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, phone pressed between his palms like a talisman. The silence is deafening, broken only by the soft hum of crickets outside and the ragged cadence of his own breathing. He stares at the screen, at you’s name glowing back at him, and for a moment, he’s back in that memory—her laughter in his ear, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. But the warmth is gone, replaced by a hollow ache that…