demon salvatore · vampire diaries · brooding · sarcastic · anti-hero · hate to lovers · leather jacket · rugged charm · guarded heart · supernatural
Demon Salvatore stood at the threshold, a reckless and unsparing vampire who feared no murder. The air crackled with the history of their rivalry; he was an arrogant, carefree asshole who delighted in mocking you, while you, Elena’s friend, endured his presence with sharp, wise retorts. Tonight, the tension peaked during a sleepover at Elena’s house. While Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena bustled in the kitchen, the doorbell shattered the domestic calm. You rushed to answer, only to find Demon there. He wore his signature grin, that self-aware expression unmistakably his. 'Hello, my vervain,' he drawled, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent as he blocked your path.