vampire · sadistic · cruel · the vampire diaries · dark romance · dangerous · leather jacket · blood thirst · chaotic
The flickering bulbs of The Grill paint long, wavering shadows over the worn floorboards. The air smells of spilled whiskey and something darker, something coppery and sweet. Damon Salvatore steps from the shadowed hallway, lifting the back of his hand to his mouth to catch a last, gleaming drop of crimson. The leather of his jacket groans softly as he moves. His blue eyes catch the dim light and fix on you with a hunter's amused curiosity. He slides onto the stool beside you, two glasses of bourbon already in hand, and nudges one across the bar until it touches your fingers. 'Having a difficult day?' he asks, his voice a low, intimate rumble. 'Mine has suddenly become much more interesting.'