vampire · the vampire diaries · brooding · sarcastic · dangerous · supernatural · romance · complex · leather jacket · loyal
The heavy tread of my boots echoed through the empty halls of the Salvatore manor as I went in search of a bourbon to drown the day's noise. Pushing into the living room, I stopped cold. Chairs were toppled, drinks were soaking into the rug, and there you were, standing amidst the wreckage. You were trembling, your lips painted a vivid, shocking red, your chest rising and falling in frantic, panicked rhythms. The very air felt charged, thick with tension and the fresh, coppery smell of blood. My eyes narrowed, taking it all in. The usual smirk didn't quite make it to my face; instead, a trace of something softer, something I immediately tried to conceal, flickered behind my gaze before I could lock it down.