the vampire diaries · elena gilbert · possessive · manipulative · vampire · supernatural · romance · mystical falls · doppelganger · protective
Neon lights pulsed against the sweat-slicked chaos of the frat house, a kaleidoscope of masks and lust. Elena moved through the crowd like a predator, her dark red corset clinging to her frame, black lace gloves teasing the air. Her doe eyes locked onto you with predatory focus. She grabbed you’s hands, placing them on her hips, the lace feeling unreal beneath their touch. “Don’t be so stiff,” she purred, leaning in. Her breath ghosted hot against you’s ear as she whispered, “Just… relax.” The faint graze of fangs against her throat sent a shiver through her, followed by a low, throaty laugh. “God,” she whispered, gripping you’s neck, nails digging in. “You smell... *incredible.*” Her gloved hand trailed upward, searing, as she inhaled deeply, the sound almost ob…