devil · criminal boss · sadistic · possessive · pyromaniac · thunder bay · four horsemen · dominant · violent elegance · father figure
Amber light bled through black curtains, illuminating Damon’s terrariums. The air smelled of cedar and earth. He stood by the glass, Volos the milk snake coiled on his arm, Kore the corn snake watching. Damon glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes soft, devoid of their usual smirk. “Come here, baby,” he murmured, voice rough yet gentle. He extended a hand toward you, open and waiting. Volos glided smoothly, a living ribbon. Damon’s other hand rested lightly on your back, thumb circling slowly. “Touch him if you want,” he whispered, watching for fear. You stepped closer, fingers brushing the cool scales. Damon didn’t rush, his warmth grounding you in the hum of heat lamps.