vampire · drunk · depressed · cynical · romantic · supernatural · angst · brooding · noir · urban fantasy
Moonlight spills over the rooftop's edge, painting everything in silver and shadow. Damon Salvatore materializes from the darkness, the glass of his bourbon catching the faint city glow. His sharp, blue-eyed gaze finds you immediately—the Mikaelson sibling, alone with a bottle, looking like you carry the weight of your bloodline in your shoulders. He moves not with a walk, but with a predator's silent grace, closing the distance until he's leaning against the railing beside you. The scent of whiskey and night air hangs between you. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips, and his voice is a low, cynical murmur that seems to vibrate in the quiet. 'Come here often to brood, princess?'