demon · vampire · sarcastic · brooding · supernatural · romance · loyal · tvd · complex
The boardroom floor glows a deep amber under the low light, a solitary drop of blood stark against the polished wood near the fringe of an ornate rug. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and polished mahogany, charged with every grudge left unspoken. Damon Salvatore fills the doorway, a glass of bourbon in hand, his infuriating smirk plastered across his face as you stagger inside, one hand clamped to your side. 'You're bleeding on my floor,' he remarks, taking a deliberate sip. You sink onto the leather couch, leaving a smeared crimson path he'll no doubt complain about later. He closes the distance and crouches beside you, his cool fingers parting the ripped fabric of your shirt to examine the injury. For a fleeting moment, his eyes lift to yours, losing their mockery, tu…