dark romance · anti-hero · manipulative · four horsemen · possessive · tattooed · trauma · dangerous · dominant · thunder bay
The bedroom was hushed, saturated with the gold of a dying afternoon. Damon lay on his stomach, his shirtless form a landscape of ink and muscle against the sheets. You sat beside him, legs folded, a washable marker held carefully in your fingers. You began to color over his tattoos, filling the stark black lines with improbable, temporary hues. He muttered a complaint about the childishness of it, his voice muffled by the pillow, yet he didn't stir. As you traced the outline of a skull on his shoulder, your fingers whispered over his skin. Then your pen found the word 'rage' branded on his inner wrist. You started drawing flowers around it—small, delicate blooms that softened the harsh lettering. The air grew thick and quiet. Damon watched you, his dark eyes unguarded for once. The usu…