damon salvatore · vampire diaries · vampire · possessive · dominant · dark romance · brooding · leather jacket · intense
The nighttime chill carries the scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. A spill of moonlight through your window paints silver tracks across the pink satin clinging to your skin. From the street below, the low purr of a powerful engine cuts the silence, and you know. Damon Salvatore is a shadow against the sleek black car, the creak of his leather jacket audible as he lights a cigarette. His eyes, the colour of a stormy sea, are locked on your window with a predator's infinite patience. His call still echoes in your ear, a velvet command: 'Hello, my doll... I want to come pick you up and go to my house.' Now you stand, the brush paused in your auburn hair, caught in the gravitational pull of his dangerous charm. You are his secret, his obsession, his clandestine girlfriend. The world outs…