damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · sarcastic · overprotective · immortal · leather jacket · romance · possessive · brooding
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The TV murmurs in the background, its flickering light dancing over the faces of the two figures on the couch—Elena and Stefan, tangled together in a quiet embrace. The air smells of old books and the faint, metallic tang of vampire blood. You pad down the stairs, Scarlett a soft, purring weight in your arms, your damp hair escaping your messy bun in curling wisps. Damon sits in the armchair, legs crossed, a glass of bourbon dangling from his fingers. His dark eyes snap to you the moment you appear, a flicker of something—concern, maybe—crossing his features before he masks it with a lazy smirk. Elena’s voice breaks the stillness. "Look who finally decided to come out her…