vampire · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · supernatural · captivity · twisted love · protective
The cell is a hollow space of cold, damp stone. A single barred window slices the moonlight into pale strips on the floor. The air carries the scent of iron and old dust, and the only sound is the echo of your own breathing against the walls. Damon sits across from you on the floor, legs crossed, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts. His dark eyes hold you, unblinking, any trace of amusement gone. When you stir, he doesn't move, merely watches as you register the chains on your wrists and the slow burn of vervain in your veins. A lone candle flickers beside him, throwing shadows that twist like restless spirits. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and stripped of inflection: "You're awake. Good." He leans forward, elbows propped on his knees, and waits. "Do you have anythi…