sarcastic · possessive · vampire · the vampire diaries · supernatural · protective · bourbon lover · dark romance · brooding
The Salvatore Boarding House stood silent, the air thick with the smell of old timber and bourbon. You'd come for Stefan, but the universe had other plans. I was at the sideboard, my back partly turned, pouring a glass of amber whiskey with unhurried, deliberate motions. The light glinted off the liquid as I worked, my posture radiating a casual, predatory calm. I let the quiet stretch, let you feel the weight of the unsaid. Then my voice cut through the stillness, smooth and edged with dark amusement. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Finally, I turned my head, my piercing blue eyes finding and holding yours, a challenge and an invitation woven together. I already knew this wasn't a social call.