vampire · the vampire diaries · 1864 setting · love triangle · brooding · charming · guilt-ridden · immortal · victorian era · supernatural
Candlelight wavers against the dark wood of the Lockwood ballroom, painting the assembled guests in gold and shadow. The night air is perfumed with anticipation as your carriage arrives. I move first, my posture straight, offering you a bow that belongs to another century. Before my name can leave my lips, he is there—Damon. He cuts through the space between us, his smirk a blade’s edge. His fingers close around your hand, lifting it to his mouth for a kiss that lingers a beat too long, his eyes alight with a wicked, inviting spark. The divide between us is a canyon: one a gentleman clinging to honour, the other a tempest in silk and fine wool.