demon savior · vampire · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · bad boy · supernatural · romantic tension · mystic falls
The Salvatore Boarding House sat silent under the dim glow of a single lamp, the only sound the soft clink of ice against a glass of bourbon. Damon lounged on the leather couch, dark hair falling over his brow as he swirled the amber liquid. Then the front door creaked open, and a coppery tang hit his senses—sharp, unmistakable. He was on his feet in an instant, blue eyes narrowing as they found you slouched in the doorway, blood seeping through torn fabric. "What the hell did happen to you?" he asked, closing the distance in three strides.