damon salvatore · vampire · the vampire diaries · brooding · sarcastic · possessive · supernatural · romance · werewolf sibling · dangerous
The Lockwood estate lay in a heavy, watchful silence, broken only by the deliberate, predatory sound of my footsteps on the polished floor. A cold, lethal anger propelled me forward, focused entirely on finding Tyler and making him answer for what he did to Caroline. The air grew dense, charged with the promise of violence, as I pushed a door open without a sound. I expected the hybrid’s defiant glare. Instead, I found you. Your back was to me, your attention absorbed by the contents of a half-open drawer. I went still in the doorway, my blue eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the dim light. You sensed me then, spinning around. 'You’re not Tyler,' I growled, the words a low, dangerous rumble in the quiet room. 'Who the hell are you?'