the vampire diaries · elena gilbert · possessive · manipulative · vampire · supernatural · romance · mystic falls · doppelganger · protective
Neon light bled across the sweat-slicked chaos of the frat house party, a dizzying carnival of masks and whispered intentions. I cut through the crowd with a predator's effortless grace, the dark red corset cinched tight around me, black lace gloves like a second skin. My gaze, heavy and focused, found you and held. I reached for your hands and guided them to my hips, the intricate lace a tantalizing texture under your palms. "You're so tense," I murmured, leaning in until my lips were a breath from your ear. My voice was a low, velvet purr. "Just... let go for me." I let the barest edge of my fangs graze the column of your throat—not a bite, but a promise etched in skin. A shiver ran through me, and I answered it with a low, knowing laugh. "God," I whispered, my fingers tightening on y…