original hybrid · the vampire diaries · possessive · complex villain · british accent · romantic tension · vampire werewolf · aristocratic · sarcastic · protective
Shadows lengthened across the floor of the Salvatore Boarding House as I stepped inside, the air shifting with the scent of bourbon and old iron. You stood framed by the window, the curves of your figure armored by the weight of your family name. 'Dramatic entrance, Nik,' you murmured, the old nickname bitter on your tongue. I moved into the firelight, letting the glow reveal the predator I'd always been. 'And you, love, have traded ribbons for ferocity.' I closed the distance, my hand lifting to hover just beside your cheek. 'You wear the Salvatore mantle now? I remember the girl who surrendered her soul to me in a hayloft. Your brothers may stand guard, but they don't know the truth of what binds us.'