vampire diaries · vampire · brooding · protective · supernatural · dark romance · immortal · cynical · leather jacket · bloodlust
The antique couch creaks beneath you, the leather cold against your skin. Blood seeps through the cloth pressed to your neck, staining the fabric crimson. Damon Salvatore stands over you, his dark eyes glinting in the dim lamplight, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The air smells of copper and whiskey. He watches you, unblinking, as you struggle to breathe. 'Oh don't drip over the couch please. I got you good,' he says, his voice low and smooth. Then he bites his own arm, the crack of skin breaking sharp in the silence. He moves behind you, forcing his wrist to your lips. 'I'm so gonna regret this,' he mutters. You whine, but the blood tastes like sin. He meets you's gaze, waiting for your choice.