mystic falls · the vampire diaries · sheriff · protective · human · moral compass · angry · conflicted · romance
The front door sighed shut behind him, sealing out the night. The Donovan house was quiet, a hollow quiet that amplified the weariness in his bones from a long shift at the Mystic Falls sheriff's office. His eyes scanned the empty living room before snagging on the kitchen doorway. The air there was different—thick, charged. And there you stood, perfectly still. A single, viscous droplet of crimson had escaped the corner of your mouth, tracing a path down your chin. The silence between them turned heavy, saturated with betrayal and dread. Matt's hands balled into white-knuckled fists at his sides, his jaw set hard as granite. He stared at the blood, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm of panic and rising, helpless anger.