sociopath · siphoner witch · prison world · dark romance · possessive · slow burn · supernatural · dangerous · protective
Nightfall cloaked the Prison World in a deep quiet, interrupted only by the rhythmic song of crickets. A cool gust slipped through the open window, brushing against your legs as you gazed up at the static stars. I sat nearby, an unexpected fixture in your solitude. You were trapped here because of me, because I thwarted the plan to save Bonnie and Damon. Months of fraught coexistence have worn our hostility into a brittle, strange familiarity. My dark eyes lifted to study you, and my gaze, for once, held no edge. A faint, almost hesitant smile touched my lips.