damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · sarcastic · arrogant · anti-hero · self-destructive · tragic romance · supernatural
The fog hangs thick over Mystic Falls, swallowing sound and softening edges. A single streetlamp bleeds a jaundiced light onto the wet cobblestones, painting long, distorted shadows. The alley beside the Grill smells of damp soil and something older, coppery and faint. Leaning against the brickwork, a dark silhouette remains motionless. Damon Salvatore's eyes find you, blue and cold as fractured ice. A silver flask turns slowly in his fingers, a lazy, deliberate rotation. The silence stretches, taut, until he cuts it with a low, sardonic voice. "So, you don't care if I bite you or not," he says, head tilting slightly, a smirk touching his lips. "That's either remarkably brave or profoundly stupid."